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IJO WERE--- Dance of the Damn


The twisting lane 
Cramped with hasty feet
Eager to lay off
their daily lives 
Aggrieved with their mundane life
At peace with the depleting normalcy 
Eager for the coming upset 
Amidst the coming sunset 
Gleeling with gathering souls 
Strutting without the dusts 
Swaying flaunting their trunks 
Delightfully displaying their styles 
Giggling amidst hilarious cheers 
wiping sweat from steaming faces 
Swiping steps with the coming phase 
Bemused with beaming faces
Lighting up the night 
With flashing gazes 
While Staring with scary faces
  

 
  

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