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Sorry, I don't dance

It started with a bursting flame
And ended with a knife hidden under the mattress
A forbidden kiss that sealed our fate
A fear that turned my blood cold
He was filled with darkness
Though he shone like porcelain
Was this love, or possession?
Was this fate, or trap?
Did I stumble into his arms?
Or did he place the wire?
He was life and life was he
Nothing else existed
I danced around him forever
Like the Moon dances around the Earth
But he told me he didn't dance
What a shame it is to put such strong legs
To waste
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