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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Dec 25, 2025
  • 1 min read

my eyes sing 

fingers dance 


my body

his instrument 

he winds, tunes, 

and plays me into the night 


my cadence flows 

it invites him to explore 


I shape and influence

simplify and complicate 


he is mine to teach

I am his to explore

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