The Immortal Wize
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some nights I write love poems
some nights three women sing
and my heart demands one
Ella sings about a room
a chair
in a house
that's not a home
Sarah sings about what it's like
to be strung out on love
Nina demands attention
and lets the piano fill in the blanks
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