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Dancing with Death
May I have this dance?
His presence blew my candles out
like a moth to a flame, his beautiful voice singing my name.
With a curtsey I accepted.
He wrapped his arms around me as my hips sway slowly to his music. The rhythm and lyrics hypnotized my body and my soul. My hair joined in the dance, swinging wildly in the wind. Our body moves in sync to the beat. He became the paintbrush stroking my emotions, guiding my ballroom heels. He twirls me around, making me float in his valley of death, forcing me to sip the beautiful picture of no pain and sadness. Our silhouette played hide and seek...
His presence blew my candles out
like a moth to a flame, his beautiful voice singing my name.
With a curtsey I accepted.
He wrapped his arms around me as my hips sway slowly to his music. The rhythm and lyrics hypnotized my body and my soul. My hair joined in the dance, swinging wildly in the wind. Our body moves in sync to the beat. He became the paintbrush stroking my emotions, guiding my ballroom heels. He twirls me around, making me float in his valley of death, forcing me to sip the beautiful picture of no pain and sadness. Our silhouette played hide and seek...
