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Sep 2016
I miss my dancing days
Do you remember Him?
How He moved like it was the only way one should move
Eternal, He -

I could live forever in His fountain of youth
If the truth wasn't so clear
I could drown in His water instead

~

In the forest fall
I hide from all
So I can hear Him
The voice in the darkness -
The singing god
Whispering just enough
To unhinge me

I'd imagine the stars still shine
Darkly over you
The stars here are different
They look the same
But they're askew
Not quite aligned
like me and you

Not quite bright
Not quite right
On this quiet night
aar505n
Written by
aar505n  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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