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Aug 1
there is a hush
a silence of breaths
as the music dies

huddled voices huddle
troubled voices are more troubled
laughter dies and enters echoes

but how can there be
such a tragedy
the DJ's fall a mystery
its ****** on the dancefloor of course!
Mira
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Mira
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