For M.A Poem by SteveBFOR M. As a pear seeped in absinthe We are as dancers in the Plaza trapped by the strictures of the steps, able to hear the passion of the music but unwilling to surrender to the melody and rejoice amidst the rhythms. And so we pass each other in the corridors, each softly humming a lustful tune in solitude afraid to audition for the duet. © 2013 SteveBAuthor's Note
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