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–•–

I used to dance with pain

Held her close, flung her wide

Deceiving circles of distracting grace 

Gouges in the floor unseen

 

I used to dance with pain

Only true measure of love

Pushing beat to valve

My prize for crazy shapes 

 

I used to dance with pain

Kept moving when the music stopped

Held on as others drifted off

Ripped raw feet of use no more

 

I danced away from pain

Dulled heart nests in softer rhythm

Space to create a dance my own

Led my feet away

 

Dance from me danced

False circles found again

Distraction sputtering

In absent eyes

 

I leave the floor

In search once more

Of pain

 

 (Photo: Bill Wadman from http://www.duskywondersite.com)

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