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Running

into the future

Living

in the past

you

married the

music

man

Out on the streets

the

boulevard

of dreams

that weep

Tiny Dancers

in my head

long long

ago dead

Eyes that

can't see

Ears never

hear

hearts

have been

so insincere

promises

never kept

the tears

you've wept

looking on

looking down

said softly

I was wrong

there was

the funeral

Grief

on a popsicle

stick

Can't count

the days

until

they are over

Perhaps count

the headlights

on the

highway

Tiny dancers

with

bruised feet

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75 / M / Birmingham , Alabama

Published: Feb 3
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