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Mr Artist

I arrange the strings
Of my favourite instrument
The head, For perfect music
Of art and evolution

I play the flute
with perfect synchronization
Of togetherness with art
Of wilderness with evolution

I am a pianist now
Drawn deeper into the music
with each stroke of touch
Of pain and love

My music her poetry
she reads me
from top to bottom
I draw her closer.

She whispers,"Mr. Artist, 
You play the hormones
better than
your instrument".

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