Ivories

A Poem by Juliet

You play the ivories of my mind

As if you were born a musician,

Hands crashing down on each key so splendidly.

I can feel each note crash

Straight into the heart of me and I,
I make your music so well.

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Added on November 24, 2013
Last Updated on November 24, 2013

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