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A Fixed Smile

He looks at me,
A smile plastered upon his face,
His eyes glistening,
A laugh escaping his lips
As he quietly and carefully strikes the bow across the strings,
Not using as much power as needed.
Every move of his,
Every word,
Brought my lips to curl into a smile,
And every gentle stroke of the strings,
A laugh then escapes my lips.
I gently grasp his hand,
Pulling the bow with the needed aggression,
A strong sound erupting from the bass.
The sound fills the room,
And the touch of his skin warms my soul,
Making me feel at peace,
As the smile ceases to leave his face,
And my smile fixed upon my face.
We part and so remains the smile.

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