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Feb 2012
The way we danced.
So close.

With every turn
my heart swelled,
my feet lifted
r
e
h
g
i
h

But you, in turn,
kept me sane,
held me
d
o
w
n
.

The never-ceasing game of
t   u   g   -   o   f   -   w   a   r
between us.

Our hearts,

set.

Our minds,

in d   e  ci s   i  ve.

Together,
sparks flew between us.

A  p  a  r  t,
waves of uncertainty engulfed us.

Every story has a conclusion.
This one ends....
....here.
Abby Michels
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Abby Michels
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