I miss those nights when we danced,
awakening like the clouds in a storm,
the man who could melt me at a glance,
who could take my face in his hands, so warm.
I miss the way you were before then,
when we could play the niave innocence,
the game the led to heartbreak and when
it came to the unltimate absense...
bugger...lost my train of 'non creativity'
the rules to which we must conform.
Tell me what you understand from this poem:
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XD I also thought the first and third stanzas were the best. Oh wait, what third stanza? Heh. Anyway. This made me think of Anastaisa, and the dancing bears song. Mmmmmmmm, memories! How are you?
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