Angela Cox

She took a deep breath and let it all out.
She told him all of the things he did not know about.
She raised her eyes up to his not knowing what else she could do.
One look into them and she knew they were through.
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He thumbed and fingered each key
He was delicate, teasing, and masterly
He was Debussy in the prelude- throbbing, urgent- febrile
Then he was Beethoven- thundering
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It was hidden within the forest- I could just barely see. And yet somehow another doorway had opened up for me. I took a few steps forward though I was filled with anxiety- there was hope. As I peered through the doorway I observed a rising slope. My anxiety increased as I scanned this new terrain. Some areas were slippery- but in my heart I could not remain.
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I was once the master of every key.
There was not a lock which could not be opened by me.
But time moved forward and with it my family tree.
I am now just another unused antiquity.
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Ophelia floated along the riverbank as she was singing songs.
She was picking flowers while gazing at swans.
She got carried away and was unaware of her impending death.
She was enchanted by beauty till her last breath.
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