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flight of the butterfly, rising free

Black Days

Black, black, black, black
The only colors I see
Until I close my eyes
Replay that last interaction

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Dance, Live, Play!

Open the curtains
Crank up the tunes
There is no sadness
There are no spoons

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dancing hearts

January 8

from two dancing hearts
where the wind kisses water
there two souls are one