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Thursday, March 13, 2008
driving home after dance i sat in my mum's car and watched the rain as she made a phone call.
still elated with dance, still happy-- and then suddenly out of the twilight came this stab of sheer wistfulness, and the way you used to smile flashed in front of me again. this world needed people like you, to dance, to teach dance, to smile and keep on smiling. to entertain too-loud girls asking about inconsequential things, to accompany random people on shopping expeditions before dance lessons, to stun and be stunned, to dazzle and bedazzled. where is your smile now i wonder. |
walkonby
you know just what you're saying
she rings my bell
morethanwords
o death in life, the days that are no more
don't look back in anger
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