Flip-Flop

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Every
now and then,
we dance
in between the solemness
of
those eighth notes,
quietly
finding room to
paint
the
room with
the
essence of who
we
once were;
grabbing
and tugging
at
the memories,
in attempt
to
lather
up
the pace
of
our fights,
disagreements,
and the such.
We
step away,
only
to
step closer
to
those flip-flop
moments,
where
your
love
detracts,
and
my
freedom
is
just
beginning.

M.C. Davis

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