Our Song

Credulous, demented rhetoric
Clasped Hand
Drowned Demeanor
I call upon you

Waiting
I dance to a song that We both know
It hurts to turn
It hurts, every twist & twirl

If I could only share the weight of my dance, …
If you could only…
I ask too much
I’m sorry; …

Weren’t Our Voices Raised?

A door swung open
A familiar figure
Silence
May I have this dance?

Clasped Hands
A Song
We both Love

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