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On the Theme of Melted Pianos (Free verse) by embersandenvelopes When the pianos melt and
drip like wet and lanquid sugar;
It is the simplicity of the sound
now emerging as words
now housing lips that were also once dreams
that is the first shiver of sweet caress
to show you that through selected death
there is always the trancendence of rebirth.
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