do you remember
how our bodies
would dance
from the dusk
until dawn
each break of twilight
bringing forth
a new performance
even more reckless
more raw
than the last
encore
cheered the moon and stars
for only they knew of the
dangerous games
we played
in their presence.
~ curtain call at the light of day
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