Sunday, August 17, 2014

you dip in and out of my dreams
like a dancer
whirling around
please slow
i need to touch you
to stop you
to see that you are real
and you have not become
a figure lost in outline
that i'm molding with my fingers
i hope this is not long enough to break us
we seem strong
but this is not what i am afraid of
(yes,
this is just what i am afraid of)

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