Tiny's Not The Word, Perfect Is

Tiny's Not the Word, Perfect Is 

 

I danced there, for a moment .

Which passed, within, a memory.

Cherished, only by a broken kiss.

It shattered .......my fragile heart.

Would I hold,.... sweet lady.

But only, in my dreams!

A secret place......

For all... Make believe.

I cried within a pain,

That none could see.

For I thought,

I'd lost 

 

My fay ....

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