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Dancers

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We locked love into a music box
and fed its sour tune
with smiles and bits of lightning bugs
from the nighttime streets of June.

(And do you remember
the dark days of December
when the city lights we cherished
all went black?

And we'll tumble so slowly,
we're so tired and so lonely,
but we still won't have time
to look back.

So then we lit the embers
with the dead ends of November,
and the outcry of the sparks
gave us hope.

But if you take a walk
through the moonlit gallows block,
you'll find that there is no room
for loose rope.)

We stuffed pain into a silver box
in the bitter twists of May,
but there's no space for summer storms in spring
so we'll find a different way.
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AlterEgo1629's avatar
I LOVE the rhyme scheme and rhythm in this.
Such a cute story with beautiful imagery.