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terpsichorean archives

terpsichorean archives

Sunrise
what happens when
we die
and this dance becomes
a ghost
this love remembered
only by internet hosts
* * *
is it enough?
just right?
the kind of loving dance
that lets us sleep
at night?
Sunset

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