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Last Dance - TSF
Present
Flowers
Before
My hours
Fall in
Darkness
Rightly
You watch
Idly
Come near
With songs;
Sweet drink
Calming
Lightly
Hold back
These parts
From him
Who hides
In wind—
Hunter
Seeking
Close by,
Black eyes
Tighten
My heart
Repines,
The beat
Creaking
Copyright ©
Trina Layne
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