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Jul 2019
Iā€™m living in one half of a waltz;
battered soles wipe the dusty wood;
a floor on which our two flowers once lingered
on which grainy moments remain scattered
between the cracks you left behind.

My hide is ruffled,
as it once was, by your candlelight claws
and my frosty gaze melts
just at the thought of your searing skin
falling onto mine.
Written by
arbor  M/the milky way
(M/the milky way)   
     Mark S and Bogdan Dragos
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