So today I thought of him, I was sitting at my desk,
his memory danced in my mind,
a tormenting dance rather unkind.
I expressed a hard frown as the notion whirled,
knowing it wouldn't stray,
I watched the pernicious ballet.
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Louise Knight (
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Comments1
Good write, may that ballet become beautiful.
thank you.
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