I see them elapse
Little by little retreating
into their private
Niches.
Red into blue into black
And they crack
Alack!
A dearth of intensity
Curtailed by passivity
Curbed, curbed
And they explode!
Nemesis is momentarily
Out.
I dance through sporadic intervals
Life is swaying hips,
Electric guitars, pounding drums,
Bracing rums!
Burn and dance and
Burn and dance!
Let us be
Beautiful.
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Hi dear,
nothing on Monday? busy?
Mam! You're here!! Love you...!
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