"You want to your chair?" I began.
"You're trying to get to your chair?"
You're trying to make enough room to get to your chair?
You're trying to move me to get to your chair?
What are you doing?
Why are we dancing?
Why are you dancing to silence?"
"I don't hear that." My love calmly and simply answered.
"I hear all kinds of things."
"Screams of the damn then?" I continued with a smile.
"Me?"
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Midnight Blue
PoetryA midnight blue that becomes a blue midnight... ━ Highest rank: #1 - darkpoetry, #1 - darkpoems Cover Design: Mist Bishop ┃ W MistElix-ir15
