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By Star of David Date: 2011 Nov 01 Comment on this Work [[2011.11.01.01.22.9897]] |
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When you turned to me At 2:30 a.m. and softly said Dance with me With your hands held out Just so – a perfect replica Of another memory – I was overwhelmed by déjà vu A dagger came down hard Slicing through that moment Sharper than any knife I’ve known Stealing every ounce of truth From my only-for-you smile And his ghost in that instant Reclaimed my eyes. |