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Jun 2014
The music plays and all the dancers freeze in a moment
That is slow and our breathing is at ease.
We are humans caught in a wonderful ploy that plays
with our minds and might one day bring us joy,
But for now we are frozen in place, running
forever away like we are trying to win this race
That is quickly turning into something
more like a marathon of yearning
But we are getting tired, you and I,
and I don't see a reason to lie anymore.
Summer Kurtz
Written by
Summer Kurtz  Statesboro, GA
(Statesboro, GA)   
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