Quantum Chain Entanglement VII

This box was her home
All she wanted was freedom
This needed to be

The piano stood
She mastered this strange gift first
Playing a staircase

While others struggled
She emerged a prodigy
Unsure of herself

She observed detached
Only thrice feeling engaged
A curious glimpse

She could not resist
The night's persistent beating
And the traveler

He seemed familiar
But in a sea of faces
His visage was lost

So she learned new skills
Armored from the public eye
A vital secret

She stood on the shore
Then waded into the deep
Knowing he'd be there

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