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May 2011
Dancing just outside my reach
Twisting little wraiths
Fractures of a beautiful creature
On the tip of my tongue
I can almost name its name
In a mocking manner
They twirl just a breath further than where I reach
Pretty pale pastels
And vibrant, verdant hues
Whisper just beyond where I can stretch
And they will go on turning
Lilting music murmuring
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Antoinette Christensen
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