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The Final Number 

I’ve danced through the day with you.

Here we are, on the floor,

as the moon begins to rise.

Beams bouncing off white smiles

and glittering in eyes.

This is love.

This is all I have ever desired.

No one places me on a pedestal quite like you.

I whisper “Is this real?”

You reply, “No, this is eternity.”

Quietly you dip me, further into darkness.

I am gone, in the blink of an eye. 

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