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Mind game

by Shehnaz Gujral
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They can’t ground me anymore.

I am not the keys of a laptop.

Control, alter and shift to the click.

Bold, unbold or delete at your instruct.

Nay! Not any more.

I want to be  the keys of a piano.

You connect and I will whisper Beethoven .

You  control and I will be the cacophony .

Yes,Love me more.

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