i dreamt of you
in that blue
with your hairs still
love which could kill
i felt you
dancing and twirling
pulling and hurling
my heart to the floor
and then i awoke
to a blur of you
your voice
your smirk
rugged hands
a final dance
for a fine man
who i can’t seem to have
who i don’t truly want
and even though i can’t have you
don’t want you
it was nice to see you
it was nice to love you
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