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The Harp "82"
The earth was still and silent
'til she tore my life apart.
She unwound each fiber of my soul
And played them like a harp.
Humbled
In her arms I laid
An instrument of song
And as she strummed upon my heart strings
I lived to sing along!
Each note so pure and strong and great
That all my frame would resonate
And spinal chord would quiver.
My heart beats time,
And ear drums chime
And rhymes go on
Forever.
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