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After The Gold Rush

Rating: 3.5

My hands tingle
From a scant practice
To strengthen something
Broken, stretched out of place.
The keys, black and white
Bend obediently forward
Returning back
To original haunty spaces
Before the emperor's robe.
What makes me go to

Where the music curves
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Michael Pierce 15 August 2005

I like this poem. Thank you for that poem. It's good.

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