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Dark.
Sleepy eyes flicking
Through dreams
Like fingers brushing
Silk curtains

Dreams of other places
Some dark and some light
Strangely familiar faces
Smiling with sharp teeth

Air heavy with tropical blooms
Slowly wandering
Through a thousand open rooms
Steps to her own rhythm

Enjoying echoing sounds
Feeling them with her soul
Happy her heart bounds
Hearing other steps in tune
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Published: 10/29/2010
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