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Jan 2013
Her hips align with the setting sun,
as outstretched arms dance above her head.

She sways, trying to get lost
in the movement of time.

The rhythm beats, as her heart breathes.
This is all she knows.
This is all she has left.

She dances to remember.
She dances so they won't forget.
This is all they have left.
Megan
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Megan  The City of Angels
(The City of Angels)   
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