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How can I hold you in my palm?
How can I pretend to be calm?
Like a whisper in tender,
Softly, is the finest balm.
Fingers, elegantly roaming
Body, gently rolling
Sweet, a kiss in tender
Tears, silently roiling……
Watch me dance
When you feel low
My flare waltzing in brilliance
For you I glow!
……then……
Burned up……ashes in calm
Cinder, held in your palm
Like a flicker in tender
Grieving in the ancient psalm.
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