~ To Dance ~

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Turning,

twirling,

spinning,

Leaping,

Through this life of bliss

And ache.

Laughing,

Crying,

Smiling,

Dying,

Love will blossom

And hearts will break.

Fear,

And dread

Will soon

Consume us

If we don't

Accept our fate

Why are we obsessed

With our revenge

And with

our purest hate

Turning,

Leaping,

Stumbling,

Falling,

And some

Never get back up again

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