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This Last Dance

In hands lie the touch of innocents, of youth this sweet truth guides my way this melody finishes the words I could never put in song nor say, this feeling that sinks within my skin drowned the emotions and let me fall in into a dazed state every moment of the night, you made fake in a dance within the hands of time touched every bullet on the shooting line in a slow and steady pace you brought the tears upon my face petal after petal the flower falls apart as my love for you dies it digs into my heart a heavy burden this last dance will bare as the music ends I let lose with a stare I drop my head and back away this moment, this music has said things I couldn't say I no longer see, the person I once knew I now know we were already through

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Date: 2/5/2011 11:59:00 PM
It's a sad one, and interesting to read. At first I thought maybe it was for the contest on dance themes. But I see it is a metaphor on last dance. I enjoyed seeing this. LUv, Andrea
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