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Jan 2019
We set the room on fire,
Slow dancing in its flames.
The sparks that set it ablaze -
Softly whispering each other's names.

I wonder, now, what was more scandalous,
To those looking on wordlessly -
The way I was looking at her,
Or the way she was looking at me.
Cait Harbs
Written by
Cait Harbs  Gotham City
(Gotham City)   
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