After the glow faded
to edges of tattered shadow,
we stopped dancing.
The lights flickered, leaving us
a delicate do-si-do, warped
like in slow motion,
a slide toward a sultry Armageddon.
No words to cling to,
we were two strangers again.
After the glow faded
to edges of tattered shadow,
we stopped dancing.
The lights flickered, leaving us
a delicate do-si-do, warped
like in slow motion,
a slide toward a sultry Armageddon.
No words to cling to,
we were two strangers again.
The Word Rummager 
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