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The Dance

We dance an uneven tango

upon stardust smothering

an unstable floor

fallen from a frame

of broken dreams

preferring to meld into

the solace of familiar things

in the ache of those

jaded moments

we sift among

the dust laden ashes

searching for that

lorn lost love

once given

in heaping buckets

desiring caresses from beyond

we skip a beat

thrown off by

a disarming cadence

to find that

the dance is dissolving

into a heatbroken waltz

bending to conform

the ache that once was

cursing those rhythms




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