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Dec 2014
You danced
a long waltz
with death
high on
the soles of
your feet
so that
you would not
touch his toes

swathed in
blue,
and white,
in fluorescent
light,
to box-step
as you go

and the music here is playing
as this world we live in spins
and wherever they are taking you
I will meet you there, my friend.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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   JWolfeB
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