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Jun 2017
Our hearts beat with an ecstatic pulse
the spotlights lights flickering our movements,
an impulse

we break from our dance and head through the crowd
Outside we huddle under a starry sky with not one cloud

we move in close holding each other
then the music ends and I begin to shudder


out in the dark, I sit alone...


I stare up, at the terrible black sky
That was her dream, her job, to fly


Like the tear that runs down my cheek
your plane made a fiery streak

I close my eyes and play your song
Remembering a time when I was strong
Quixotic Coeus
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Quixotic Coeus  20/M/Australia
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