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Just dance
Its midnight
And all we are going to do is dance
We can’t drink anymore
We drank until we
had our fill
Now the beat of the music controls us
We couldn’t be still even if we wanted to be
The rhythm has us in its grip
And all we can do is dance
Just dance – moves our bodies in time with the tune
Its to loud to make conversation
And there are no words that we need
...
Sunday 27th May 2018 3:25 pm
Give peace a chance
They dance in the shadows
Made by the trees
Branches stretched out
With long fingers
Claw like, grabbing
Taking a hold
And ripping at the soul
They dance
On the beaches
As the waves
Wash over them
Dragging them under
Taking their breath away
Saturated, sodden
Soaked to the skin
They dance
On a knife edge
Broken glass under feet
Bloodshot eyes
Roses and chocolate
A torn tapestry
...
Thursday 24th May 2018 7:25 pm
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