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Sep 2013
With the wrong lights
And the right nice.

You took me in
And played.
Played Romeo
Sweet Paris of Troy.

My senses were delayed.

Brightly colored strings
Gifted to me
Tied around my limbs
So intricately.

We danced
I danced
I danced for you.

Now
With the right lights
And the wrong nice.
Mary Elizabeth
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Mary Elizabeth
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   Elizabeth Paxton
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