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Dancing Girls
A Poem
pixie light and glitter dust,
neon callings to write the wrongs
as we twirl in flight patterns in the field
everyone thought we were a duo
who wouldn’t be parted for anything
but we proved them wrong, didn’t we, babe
that first night felt like years
where we learned each other’s kiss
and sunk into a routine we might repeat
but every moment after felt like a lie
where I didn’t know a thing about you at all
as if you’d done a heist on my heart
our last dance felt like we had our hands tied,
double-knotted for good measure,
and each touch would leave a burn scar
footsteps tangled in wayward paths —
we had no idea where we were going
because we were still so lost in each other
dancing girls, they might have called us,
but the whimsy was gone and love was too —
because we were partners from another age
everyone thought we’d last forever
but, hey, we broke that streak, didn’t we…
