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Category : Poems

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1

With just my Few Words,

Her Ears Extend.

Grabbed The Pen 

Start Dancing with Me!


2

Every Turn We Made,

Cole Melodies 

Blown in Air.

Across Double Reeds.


3

Smoke from Paper Sparks!

Connecting Us,

Too Third Line 

Electricity!


4

Touched on my Write Hand.

She asks in  Soft 

Spoken Words,

Come Dance with Me-e.









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