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Come, take my hand
as we dance within walls
pitch black with lonliness,
to a deafening tune
of silent cymbals
crashing in truth.
Waltz freely with desire,
as it drags you under
to drown us once more
within blood filled lust
of shallow joy.
Each small, sad tear
screams your name
across my cheeks,
where into my mouth
your name then dies
upon clenched teeth.
This dance we weave
with wistfull words
blends truth with lies,
surrounding us in music
of cold laughter
and forgotten promises.
But - still we take the beat,
join our hands,
then, once again,
we dance.
28/9/08
Viola Grey
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