We don’t dance anymore,
And it happened so quickly.
We sold our souls on the galactic market,
For peanuts.
The Earth recovered though, its
Nature.
We sold everything to be together,
We did, and
Life happened.
This far down the line, we’re all that’s left and
You still are,
The most beautiful thing about me.
♦Photo: Mary Pendergreene♦
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