- - - his thoughts
- - - the warmth
- - -our feet splaying
- - -over soft greens
- - I called for - dance dance dance
- - he complied - sing sing sing
- -little did I know that beauty
- -in those days would fuel the tender
- chasms of myself that I try so hard
- to protect to make disappear masquerade loss
-and avoid these jarring dreams that quake at my core
-I shame from the intricacy of my feeling
When I see your celebration - the kind that I dreamt - there would be so much pain I'd have to smile through. Unions won't measure up if one of the legs couldn't stand for my table. What a deceit to stand in for her.
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