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THE ÉTUDES

forgive me, maestra, but i hated you
and your piano, the carpet-smoth-
ered wednesday afternoons, the row
of yellowing nag's teeth,

the instrument baring its keys, reluctant
to enter the house where the ivy's
musical score was let grow rampant
all over the drain pipes, the crown glass

inserts of the door appeared
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