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Our last tango
I feel so lonely
In this room for two
Smoking your thoughts
And drinking your dreams
We're still in that Paris
Our Paris
Even we didn't dance yet
Our last tango
You're my sitting stone
I'm your throne
Just open your petrified heart
Only for a second
To understand
That stupid metaphor
Of being together
Which means
Occasionally
Love
poem
by
Marieta Maglas
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