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jane (Free verse) by roses are read
she is a unique clich??
slipping sliding tiptoeing shouts
she smells like silk and
feels like spices
i am watching her dance
i am watching jane dance
and there she goes again
like the wind the sun the moon
so high so unreal
unreachable
for me
i am watching me dance
in front of the mirror
in the dressing room in macy*s
and the music goes
takethedaytaketheday
and i sing
janejanejanejane
but she is not listening to me
she is the sun
dancing silent circles around me
"but, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
it is the east, and juliet is the sun.
arise, fair sun???.it is my lady, O, it is my love!
o, that she knew she were!"
she is a unique clich??
and i am watching her dance,
just watching.
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