And I saw spectres sway
in smoke and smog,
hazy gray, secretive fog.
And from the wings
of the checkerboard dance floor,
I stood, saw and adored.
And in fine finesse, finish and form,
you tore me up from the dance floor depth
and whispered odes I shall never forget.
*And what fools we were for not saying yes.
I am sorry.*
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
And I saw spectres sway
in smoke and smog,
hazy gray, secretive fog.
And from the wings
of the checkerboard dance floor,
I stood, saw and adored.
And in fine finesse, finish and form,
you tore me up from the dance floor depth
and whispered odes I shall never forget.
*And what fools we were for not saying yes.
I am sorry.*
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