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like night, the color of your hair
satin black with a sheen of moonlight
that danced upon the waves
I would dip my hands into that pool
and stir the waters with my fingertips
and make my own waves
but I cannot grasp this
I cannot reach for this
it slips through my fingers
will it always be this way?
will it?
satin black with a sheen of moonlight
that danced upon the waves
I would dip my hands into that pool
and stir the waters with my fingertips
and make my own waves
but I cannot grasp this
I cannot reach for this
it slips through my fingers
will it always be this way?
will it?
blatant cynicism
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