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Red Feb 2013
I heard the beating of our drums.
I heard the howling of our voice.
I heard the pounding of our feet.

I am lost within the dancing-
Within the tribe's own soul
as if its spirit found me...
                                 and chained me...
                                                       and claimed me...
                                                                              ....and refused to let me go...

— The End —