Jun 2016
The ghost of you dances
Within me,
Just as you used to dance
Without me
On the veranda like no one
Was watching,
When the dance floor was
Yours for miles.
Within me,
Just as you used to dance
Without me
On the veranda like no one
Was watching,
When the dance floor was
Yours for miles.
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