Love you Lo*.

Like A Dance

By any chance
Don't suppose you miss me much
Just like a dance
Where all the movements are such
A glancing peripheral glow
Right now in the flowering slow
Trance we touch our ecstasy utters
Dancing while the dandelion flutters
High the down so low at last
I dreamed we let go the past
(don't suppose you miss me much)
By any chance
Just like a d a n c e

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Written on 2015-06-17 at 20:12

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good, if flows beautifully.