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my partner and i dance
0 ReviewsA possibly obvious, possibly not, poem of depression and suicide
my partner and i dance
trailing a small red ribbon
a short glide across here
recrossing our path there
we dance in an endless pattern
i lead, she follows
a skip to the right
a jig to the left
trailing the red ribbon
a ballet dancer between my fingers
my partner pirouettes across my skin
an exquisite performance
trailing a small red ribbon
a short glide across here
recrossing our path there
we dance in an endless pattern
i lead, she follows
a skip to the right
a jig to the left
trailing the red ribbon
a ballet dancer between my fingers
my partner pirouettes across my skin
an exquisite performance
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