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Monday, April 27, 2009

slow dancing with your ghost

I want to tip toe
around your calves;
spin you around in candlelight
as if our intertwined souls
painted a dance floor
in the reflections of our gazes

and I just want to cradle you
like you are something tangible
one more time
Posted by subject to subjectivity at 1:00 AM

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