flickering flames,
light the night,
dance on the walls-
in shadow, they morph,
tiny reflections
my soul, my life,
dancing on the walls.
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the smile, the eyes,
the look, the vibe,
a touch, a glance,
emotion, racing
a chance, left untaken,
a night enjoyed.
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a cold evening,
an empty apartment,
a lonely tune,
a warmth from within.
The musings of a self-proclaimed rat.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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