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The Flutist
she listens to the bass strings moan
rolls her cold silver flute
across one cheek
while the bassist's fingers sweat tears
on the polished wood
as she plays
the saxman's shadow crouches
hunchbacked on the wall
when she finishes
she stands straight as the flute
resting along her arm
and quivers
with the strings of the bass.
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