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A Poem from Miscellaneous Whispers of a Sharper Image
There she is,
Dancing in a silhouette
Breathing in her cigarette,
Playing with my heart like a marionette.
But here I stand with no regret,
Watching her dance her steps of death.
The last steps she ever took
Before my whole world shook.
Spin around one more time,
Let me see you as you glide your feet so graciously
across the floor.
I can't take this anymore,
I just want to dance with you.
Only heaven could tell
How you dance so well.
Our steps were a last farewell,
And down the steps you fell,
Only to arise again as an angel.
Spin around one more time,
There is no time to say goodbye,
So walk across the room so bare,
And let me lift your soft blonde hair
And whisper to you all you know to be true.
I miss you.
In my dreams you lay
Until I wake to see another day.
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