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Posted on February 2, 2014 by johnmannpoems
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We Can Dance

Put the body down here.
You will turn twilight
into night. The moon rises
orange and fierce. It can
obliterate the windshield.
Take this journey now,
baby face. Move the feet.
Race your own pulse
to the end.

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  1. Steven Leek's avatar
    Steven Leek
    February 15, 2014 at 7:59 pm

    Sweet love poem!

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