Kate_B_0324
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I currently have 4 published poems and i love to go rock climbing

Joined: November 2022 Last seen: 8 months ago

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The Piano Boy The melody your fingers produced The rhythm from your keys Its chorus wrapped its notes around me Pulling me to sit on the leather beside you I watched yours hands fly Making music from words I know not what the meaning is Words falling... – *by Kate Broussard*	8 Views added 8 months ago	Rating

The melody your fingers produced
The rhythm from your keys
Its chorus wrapped its notes around me
Pulling me to sit on the leather beside you

I watched yours hands fly
Making music from words
I know not what the meaning is
Words falling...

– by Kate Broussard

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