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Guardian Angel

January 4, 2012
By Anonymous

In the quiet of your room
Tiny snowflakes fall on my skin.
The coldness of your hand circulates my whole body.
Unsure of what to do,
I stand there breathing quiet.

As my heart pulses quicker,
Yours slows down.
A distinct rhythm
Like a dance
I recall standing on your feet
Gliding around the room
Moving quickly
You pick me up and we spin around.
Memories are the calming dances
A melody engraved in my mind.
A once fast tango is now but a waltz.
It pains me to reminisce
Now resting easily, painlessly on the bed.
The curtains close.


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