Poetry
I Dance
Do not be fooled when I dance Born to survive I dance Born to resist I dance To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined
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Do not be fooled when I dance Born to survive I dance Born to resist I dance To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined
Measurable volume empty space Sun has risen, hours passed Since the last few patrons laughed then left Distinctive timber presence remain Juke joint slumber, eerie
In A nightclub Done up like a church; Stained Glass windows, Frankincense and myrrh, White candles melt Chilling even in July, Haunted haunting Homey, Welcoming,
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