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Feb 2011
Sipping moonlight on top of rain clouds
and pretending that it’s Saturday everyday.
Dancing strangers in the isles
Strangers dancing, drunk on love beams shot in the dark.
I’m disappointed in liquid star fall,
the little dancing shoes have no soul,
but ****, they have heart.
Crash and burn, strangers dancing, dancing strangers,
I hear a name and occupation.
Serious killers know no mercy
killing time and feel their temper running out, now.
Confused, they’re spun around and around now
Abused, they’re shot down and down now
Amused, they’ve shattered their masks, now.
We’re all prancing unknowns
strangers dancing, dancing strangers.
Written by
Tinesha Garcia
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