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Monday, February 1, 2016

Identity 3 : The Hidden

The Hidden

At the stroke of midnight
The weary flee the floors;
Pride holds back the dreams you had
That follow out the doors.
Games are played and names are changed,
And three old childhood friends
Give way to newer meanings that
See them to their ends.

I will find a little place,
A small world of my own --
And there I'll seek the peace that comes
To those that weep and mourn!
But far and few, the fresh and new
Will see me dancing on:
In steps and swirls and risky whirls,
Braving dusk and dawn.


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