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The Shadows Dance
But why not today?
Have all efforts been exhausted?
Is their a limit in this fix?
Is their a time limit on picking up these rotting sticks?
Do they in turn bring decay to ones hands?
Is it a spreading of cancer so infectious that upon touching it you will die within the hour?
Again why tomorrow, why not today?
Will the sun shine a little brighter with the disappearing of the clouds?
A shadow walks upon the stage dancing with an unwillingness to leave.
And I will morn his loss once he's gone.
poem
by
Ace Of Black Hearts
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