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Our Dance
Our demons hiss and recoil
In the moments they cross paths.
They pace in circles,
Ready to tear throats
And eat dripping hearts
From our abused bodies.
They lunge for the kill
With no mercy in their eyes,
But they quiet and curl up
Enraptured in each other
At first touch.
In the moments they cross paths.
They pace in circles,
Ready to tear throats
And eat dripping hearts
From our abused bodies.
They lunge for the kill
With no mercy in their eyes,
But they quiet and curl up
Enraptured in each other
At first touch.
Published 9th Aug 2020
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