Dancing with death,
The mamba, the salsa,
Precise precision,
Two moves left.
No room for mistakes.
He places the blame
On a plaque with my name
As he hangs the frame
On my trembling body.

He reminds me,
Seconds are slipping into minutes,
Informs me our dance is unfinished.
Minutes sift into hours,
And they turn into showers,
Cold, bitter showers
And I'm naked and alone.

My hips follow his lead,
As I cry and plead,
Just one more song he says.
As he pulls me closer,
I replay the roller coaster of my life
As it flashes before my eyes.

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