Dancing crazed and forgotten;
Six halls
One heart.
One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls.

It's like you've run out on yourself.
Split between death,
Good fortune and a staggering breath.
A broken key for a faulty lock.

A fevered pray for a dying flock.
Like consonants without vowels.
Jagged tongue wag, incessant stones passed- other hours merely forgotten.
It is with a dream and a heart that we proceed.

Not a thought to leave not another lifetime we need.
And though we may look behind;
This visions' seductive glance,
We will pick up our pride and loosen our impenetrable stance.
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