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25 January 2009 @ 09:03 pm
the gallery waltz  
Were you waiting? Room through room, breathing, never speaking. We play with glances, with pace, the sound of your steps, my movement in the next room. We slowly dance through old Italian art, golden through age. I was waiting.
 
 
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