Poetry

 Double Dancing

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Spinning through a dangerous dance

He twirls me 'round and we together prance

I know the awful game to play

The need for this to go my way

He knows it too and plays his own

We use each other as we dance alone

Silently, our dreams align

Desperately wishing he could be mine

But rivers change and trails bend

I wish I could do more than pretend

A tense match, a tie breaking round

I'll destroy him although my heart is bound

Our wheels turn, our paces quick

Soon enough the tension is thick

Worlds away, the dark and light

Force me to keep up the fight

My blade goes deep and he hold it fast

It's not his blood that will be spilled tonight

He pulls it out and watches me

A memory of all we wished could be

He'll lie me down and watch me die

I hope, at least, it will make him cry

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