I'm scared, Joe.
this dance, will end,
in three minutes and a year,
can we pick up this waltz again,
the night always takes us
away into the morning,
sweet cinnamon,
cloves, cedar, and linen,
don't let go,
not yet,
I could love you,
in black suit, white tie,
and ring, promising,
champagne, whiskers, and kisses,
but I can't stay,
not yet,
no sweetie,
but we can pretend,
and then I'll pretend,
it's you,
holding my hand,
when the band stops playing,
lights twinkling
in a darker sky.
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