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Nov 2016
This promise we have made
Is just like each one before
But it feels unlike any other
I am at my end
And cannot tread these waters
As they seem to endlessly ebb and flow
Yet our words scoop me up and carry me on
Somehow
Our hearts have decided to remain here
Despite the pain that may or may not come
I am not hopeful, for fear has turned me to stone
Yet I am here
Somehow
Your words whisper to my soul
And we dance with each other again
This burning room is beautiful to us
We think we can extinguish these flames
Somehow
Or maybe we know that we cannot and decide to dance anyway
Written by
Monica Fussner  22
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