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Dance. With Me.

Poetry By: Jarlaxe

That instant, that feeling, to become fear.

Submitted:Jan 5, 2007    Reads: 102    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Time flies; and stands

Veins like a flooding river,

Throb against flesh burning.

Tail twitches, head thrashes raring.

Encompassed unrelenting: Waiting

To release a dance.

An instant of seconds

To become immortal,

To feel invincible.

To defy fear,

And accept it.


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