A Poet's Dying Breath
Friday, January 15, 2016
He's new,
and I like him,
how he smiles and dances,
how he smiles at me
and pulls better dance from my bones-
to stay here,
to discuss Plato with him
and dance some more,
would be a dream
I can't afford to treat myself to
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