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Longing in the Key of C Dylan Mommy
you A. A. Rupert
haunt me
your voice
when i hear you
sings to me
i dream
of your hands
touching invoking
not harsh
ragged
but playing
my soul like a
stradivarius
like your
piano
when your ivory
fingers script ebony
thoughts
in this
mind
i could be
your music your lyrics
your voice
but now
separated
two worlds and
a beltway
apart
you are my
ghost
Courtney Risch
