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Nov 2011
In this game we play
    We dance in the colors
dripping down our backs
            painting the carpet
Your smile is sweet
         reflecting back at me
The sun is setting
               and the flowers are singing softly
We gather our memories
                                in empty jars
to gather dust on the shelves
The summer will end
          and our innocence will leave as well
But tonight we dance with fireflies
                      and taste honey dripping down our chins
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Written by
Hayley Dobbs
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