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DiminuendoFor NanaDiminuendo
Her room’s walls are blank like score-less sheets.
But as she hums to herself in her sleep the notes flutter from her lips -
a minim here and there, a congregation of quavers spinning above her head.
Her chest steadily rises and falls in scales yet her heartbeat jumps across the octaves.
Gently I dab the saliva from her lips – it pulls away, a silver stave,
begging to be threaded with chords as charms. Her hands are too heavy now
to rise from the blankets. But her fingers flutter, searc
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