Life spins on a carousel of shadows and stars,
A mystic ball that clothes us in dance steps, with them.
The tango of fate steals us into its hazy whirl,
And each step becomes a heated battle, ablaze.
When the world spins a thread too thin, too mundane,
Cha-cha awakens our senses, an astral spice.
I fly to work in a...
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