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Thin Notes Huitain
How you moved through me like music,
nervous hands now strum a guitar.
This shy soul connected can pick,
I never could before. It’s bizarre.
These fingers will soon build a scar
that’s filled with the glow of limelight.
The dragonflies are what they are,
a breath of thin notes at midnight.
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Melani Udaeta
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