The hottest ticket in town.
Still art, dancing and bleeding poetic life.
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Leaning on a crutch of photos,
Vivid and pale ghosts from my past
Dance around me tinted with gaiety,
Nonchalance, and somberness,
Bringing shadowed and vivid memories
Once again ambrosial or unsavory.
Prone on spots in time, I linger;
One thousand gray tints covering
A wistful heart’s pale blue floor blanket
As lighter shades of gray framed
Outside my window come singing stormy
Songs written by a factious wind.
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