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Dream Dancers

Dream Dancers

She always danced ablaze
In my arms
Out of time
Out of space
We raced to each others'
Arms for the finishing
Coup de grace
Like bombs
As we blew up the stage
As we blew the crowd away
It was easy
And we could
Dance rings upon rings
I was pong she was ping
She was queen
I was king
And the universe
Was the center stage
For our final act
As we destroyed
The laws of gravity
On the chessboard
Called reality

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sparrowsong

Great Dance...

Do you give lessons?

sparrowsong

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Curious Onlooker

Of course love, come by anytime :) thanks S.S
Curious Onlooker

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Tony Taylor

Hey Onlooker!!.........I used to be a DJ at one of those big dance clubs in Chicago with lasers and fog machines etc...........it was a blast........and on MANY occasions I watched couples go into that place on your chessboard..........this is VERY cool imagery you laid down here brother..........thanx for taking me back..............Love and Rockets!!........T xo

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Devon La Porte

Curious onlooker this is awesome so well written i enjoyed reading great imagery you made that dance sound amazing and im not much of a dancer Allstars.

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Nardine Sanderson

Nicely done curious love the image used to it's stunning :) much love nardine xox

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