She

She smells of broken promises as she dances before my eyes. A spinning dream, a beautiful being. She is everything you shouldn’t want. You place your bet upon the line and ask her for a dance. No romance needed, you really dance. As passion breathes into your face you blink and she is gone. Gone like a dream, what a beautiful thing, but at least she left her mistake.
-OM

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