I can’t remember your name.
Maybe it began with R or S.
We danced.
You wore a blue shirt.
The night was a bit fuzzy.
I think.
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"To The Woman of My Dreams"
ReplyDeleteHer name was a faint echo.
Was it the gusty wind or the autumnal breeze.
She left.
Sage bronze and gold adorned her attire.
The air was dry.
No recollection.