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Friday, February 25, 2011
the mystery of things we cannot see:
sometimes, a person we know all not too well
directs their bodies over fires at halloween parties
and sometimes what is left
is curiosity of character
and what's left to say? is nothing.
when you leave, your aura resonates
like a flame first lit.
dancing with danger/
playing with beauty -
keeping my mind occupied,
forming light over the horizon
as the all-too-glorious Sun
peaks quietly through my window.
sometimes, a person we know all not too well
directs their bodies over fires at halloween parties
and sometimes what is left
is curiosity of character
and what's left to say? is nothing.
when you leave, your aura resonates
like a flame first lit.
dancing with danger/
playing with beauty -
keeping my mind occupied,
forming light over the horizon
as the all-too-glorious Sun
peaks quietly through my window.
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