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Dance




The shadow of my youth
Dances on the walls of this poorly lit shell
His lithe form
A terrible joy
Tempts me to join
Teases with lips it can not form
To coax words it can not carry
Leading me to places I can not go
Telling me I was never so young as I thought I was



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Image by Mark Grafton



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