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Mon 29 Nov, 2004 09:00 pm
Dance
This dance we dance, the twists and turns, confusing steps.
Tripping, stumbling, reaching, grabbing, bringing you down with me.
The floor is caving, Ground is crumbling, Bodies spinning, spinning into the darkness below.
Grasping, clawing, don't let me go, memories of that confusing dance, confusing steps, confusing love.
Please, please, don't let me go. Please hold on, falling so slow, slowly, and the dance continues.
It falls, It hits, It breaks, It dies. The dance is breathing its last breath.
My love, your hand still clutching mine, I say goodbye, the dance is done...
Yet another good, flowing piece! I would, however, break 'Dance' down to its constituent phrases, rather than running them horizontally.
WowZa! Sound's like me at a dance... (I can't dance) But still a good piece Kristin. Seeya !!!!!!!
Yeah, bebo I know you can't dance. Maybe that was about seeing you at a dance?! HAHA?!
wait a second, I wrote that? when?! AHHH I DONT REMEMBER IT!
you are so confused, little bebo... *sigh* If you weren't so sexy, I'd kill you now.
That reminds me of a scene in the Phantom of the Opera. Just kind of fits.
wow... come to think of it, that does remind me of phantom of the opera.... neat.
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