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She danced a song I can’t remember 
She is fire trapped inside a heavenly layer of life that I could only hope to know
A smile that dazzled the stars and stopped at the edge of time
I was convinced she was heaven and that I was anticipating at the edge of a wine glass
I was lucky enough to be a witness
I was lucky enough
To be chosen
My eyes were laden with her essence and they would never see such vibrance again
I was sure of it
A miracle can only be that if it is a rarity
I was convinced I wasn’t worthy
I couldn’t imagine what ‘worthy’ looked like
The melodic tantra that she embodied glazed her hips and and ran down the dribbles upon my lips
God has blessed me
You are my heaven and hell
And I wouldn’t want to be entranced by anyone else
Anywhere else
Where are you from?
Can I know you again?
Where can I see you again?
I am just lucky
To be in your presence

The song was something like...