Dancing

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When you dance the blackness fades to grey, fades away.

You can portray an emotion without words, without the hurt

You can be in trust, entrust. 

You can be suffocated, suffering faded.

It can bring out inner angst, in the hands.

The music thrum through your veins, no more pain.

I just want to breathe, to just be.

Only dance can stop the frost, save us.

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