and my heart danced with your shadow.
Well, it's the "GDT",
you had me.
Eleven-twenty-something, the first cell phone glow of the hour, and it's your name.
You claimed to have a way with words, but all you really possessed was a habitually awkward tendency for courting me.
Out of every blog and indirect profile text I understood your mind was never 'with me'.
You will never sing the harmony.
Stay lost, please.
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