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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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