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Locking in the light
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She listens
She lingers
What a luxury to be heard!
I take a leap
Landing on toe knuckles
The practice of foot binding only recently relinquished
Dancing in the rain
Swinging on a lamp post
Relegated to the spry guy
Wearing sensible shoes
Let go, love
We’ll put together a mix tape
And locking in the light
With a liberal sprinkling of libation
Our limbs akimbo will
Morph into a mambo
Enough of loss lessons
Love wins by a landslide
In this daintily possible tomorrow

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