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Sep 2019
"There's this dance
That I've memorised"
Whispers a voice by my side
Pulling me along
Twirling me to her foreside


"Should I show you it?"
Fingers smoothing
The crease between my brows,
Fingers tracing my cheek
Down to my hand


Eyes closed, she pulls me forward
Steps not unfamiliar,

"~~~"
~~~

The warmth on my skin
Slowly fades, no more than
A distant memory


"Of course,

The words echo in my ears
Dimming to a loud buzz

Wavering,
"Thank you for the dance."
Yanamari
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