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You�re endless threads of worship�gone.
Last sleep I dreamed of shots of laughter.
We fell
Into
The step
Of song.
Our tango reached the velvet sky
And winded along the dirty streets.
You took me up
Into your lines of
Cursing,
I was brought and tossed but not yet seen.
Flying along the desolate lining,
I dreamed that we had not a clue.
I wanted to get closer still,
But you saw my intentions and
Let
Me
Through.
You let me hear, you let me go
I hoped that you could let me know.
You let me run and you let me fly,
Your frantic grasp almost made me cry.
But that�s what I get for dreaming.
Carolyn Marut