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Guardian Angel

By , Tucson, AZ
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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