Tears dry long enough to spark
stalk me to strike out, to drive
toward the center
where the promise of dance
and hands holding gold
wait like sighs at the eventual
sighting
as particles re-form
around the heart
stalk me to strike out, to drive
toward the center
where the promise of dance
and hands holding gold
wait like sighs at the eventual
sighting
as particles re-form
around the heart
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