xxxvii - slow song.

the way the world
spins has took me in
it's whirlwind of hatred
and sin.

the way you danced has
me entranced
as the slow song plays over
the stereo.

the way you twirled
your arm to catch the girl
can make any spectator
screech in joy.

but my eyes crack
and my heart swells,
because i know she'll
be happier without my
presence.

-ea

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