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sweet,
–
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teasing
ecstasy
–
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between
you
.
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me,
.
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i
l
l
.
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never
dance
again
.
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h
.
such
storming
intensity . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
=>>>>!ADVANCE!=>>>>
<<<<=!RETREAT!<<<<=
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–
–
=>>>>!ADVANCE!=>>>>
<<<<=!RETREAT!<<<<=
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–
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thundering . . .
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all
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.
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me . . .
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–
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sunset
s-c-r-e-a-m-i-n-g . . .
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–
–
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.
.
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.
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s-c-r-e-a-m-i-n-g . . .
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–
–
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.
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.
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–
–
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.
f
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always
comes
.
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.
end . . .
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always
comes
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end . . .
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f
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always
comes
.
t
h
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.
end . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
when
nothing
–
–
could
ever
.
b
e
.
as
.
good
again.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in September of 2016 where the contemplator looks back with sadness on a wonderful romance had in the past when realizing nothing else since has even come close to being as good. This was the third of three poems I wrote that were largely inspired by the movie: “Holding the Man.” I actually hated the title of this movie, but thought it was an excellent movie overall.