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For every movement, for every sound,
There is always an echo...somewhere.
The bikini girl runs along the beach,
Hips swaying...body talk. She knows the boy is there.
I Remember
When the sun has fluttered out,
And the moon sets the sky ablaze,
Gold leafing memories
Of other star-drenched nights...
At Circle's Bend
The blackness of night
At the circle's bend,
Leans slowly toward the light,
To sojourn into brilliance,

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