I’m
sorry . . .
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.
.
.
~ what
did
.
y
o
u
.
say?
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.
.
.
I
must
.
h
a
v
e
.
been
away . . .
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.
.
.
f
o
r
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I
.
f
e
l
l
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
warmth,
.
o
f
.
a
.
passing
glance . . .
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.
.
.
I
.
f
e
l
l
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
warmth . . .
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.
.
.
I
.
f
e
l
l
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
warmth . . .
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–
.
.
.
I
.
f
e
l
l
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
warmth,
.
.
o
f
.
.
a
.
passing
glance . . .
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.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
started
dreaming
.
o
f
.
the
dance.
Reflection: This was a short, simple romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2016 where the romancer gets swept away for a moment by another. I’ve had this kind of experience many times in my life, and I’m sure most everyone has.