these small moments
of manicured displacement
where imaginations
are running,
running rampant
and desires flourish
petals of flowers
yet to have the flavor
of their scent tasted
smiles punished
with time and happenstance
and for just one glance.
just one glance.
stop the ships
and make the crippled dance.
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