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Published: Oct 15, 2008

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You entwined your fingers in mine
And we danced the dance of nothingness
On a cracked glass floor

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I guess drabble is becoming my thing! (laughs)

I thought of the middle line randomly and I liked it so much that I built this poem off of it. I don't really mind if you don't like it, but I love it. Perhaps I'll do more.

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