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Jul 2020
slightly above
the earth

I dance
I must be

slightly
lighter

than air

I lost
weight

the fading
memory

of losing
you to him

it doesn’t
hurt as much

and pain
has more

weight than
we realize

I am footloose
but not yet

fancy free
but I will

get there
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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