Tuesday, February 4, 2014

how come we don't dance like that anymore

or perhaps it's just the act of holding
old ghosts against the night
the dying infinity of 5am
that makes the past seem so far away
and yet - so alive

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when you were sweet; when i was fun
when sun was big; when we were young

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look at that smile
where did it go

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