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everything
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came
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easily . . .
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cash
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instant
success . . .
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flash
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instant
press . . .
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begins
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instant
ends . . .
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sex
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instant
regrets . . .
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dazzling
fantasy . . .
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might
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been . . .
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might
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drink . . .
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been . . .
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seems
we’re
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drifting . . .
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merely
drifting . . .
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longer
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sailing . . .
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drifting . . .
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longer
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days
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dancing
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dreaming . . .
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now
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seems
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we’re
drifting . . .
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a
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no
longer
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sailing . . .
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days
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f
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dancing
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dreaming . . .
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r
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has
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t
h
a
t
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ship
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n
c
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boldly
steaming,
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only
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b
e
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n
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fleeting . . .
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~ only
.
b
e
e
n
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fleeting . . .
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.
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a
n
d
–
–
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slowly
sinking.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem I wrote back in September of 2020 where the contemplator looks back on the early days of a present relationship and ponders where the magic, dance, and dream had gone – and whether he/she will ever be able to bring it back or experience such days again. I played the wonderful gem of a song “Different Now” by Chastity Belt in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.