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stopped

there we were dancing with the wind in our hair
and the dust at our feet without a care in the world
the music resounded in my heart
and i know you felt it too
some things last forever you said
and some things perish overnight
you told me that some slowly disintegrate until all that is left is the memory
i never thought you would succumb to the calling
nor did i know the music would sound so beautiful
but there we were dancing with wind in our hair
and each other in our arms
i never knew you could forget everything you'd ever known
i refused to believe that one person
could make you so utterly vulnerable and strong at the same time
until i met you
and i felt extreme ecstasy in myself in my heart,
and mind and in my spirit
and we were dancing with the wind in our hair
and then
the music stopped.



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the definition of illusionism
the evolution of my poetry
a scroll of poem titles
naviation of non-illusionistic sites
a scroll of entertainment of a illusionistic nature
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