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Apr 16
Aftermath of the dance,
in the pool of sorrow,
partner with grief.

The music end,
but I'm still dancing,
with the sadness steps.

They all went back home,
dance in another arms of their own glory,
I'm still wondering when it will be my turn begin the glory dance.

I still drowned in the grief way dance,
as I never begin nor did end,
tired I am.
Written by
Enoch
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