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I CANNOT FOLLOW YOU
September 12, 2024
Came from writing a poem
in my head
about how
I cannot follow you.
We are on the dance floor
supposably dancing
and you are into
your dancing
your own dance.
I am left stranded
trying to follow
but unable to
so feeling stranded.
Out of step
and very alone.
Totally unconnected
out of touch.
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