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The seven seas stared back at me

from within their ivory frame,

and the ocean’s roar

whispered its chords

from deep within its chest.

As my fingertips stroked

the delicate blades

that can slice the heart

of any man,

I recognized the key

to my own heart;

without a thought,

I opened the lock,

swallowed whole by

the seven seas,

the rolling waves

of ivory keys.

Charis Medendorp (2011)