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You play the strings of my heart, teasing me with infinite motion
low and high notes, incessantly moving
ending with cessation
a sad, empiness forms with lines of your creation

vanishing music brings shredded pain

Four plus one
5 lines ...last line use only 5 words
Host ...Brandy


By girlsisy

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Four Plus One (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Four Plus One (challenge has been closed)


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