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Dance of Anger

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The dance begins slow
You hold me so tight,
The feelings softly glow
It all feels so right.
We may trip once or twice
But nothing slows us down,
They can keep their advice
Our world is going around!
A dance we design
Alone in our world,
We ignore all the signs
And continue to twirl.
Spinning and spinning
We lose all control,
We fight without winning
The dance takes its toll.
The dance of anger
We once knew as love,
Never seeing the danger
Till push came to shove.
Now we are caught
In a downward trend,
The love that we bought
A high price in the end.
Once we were friends
Who heard the same tune,
Now as the dance ends
The dancers are doomed.

by Jeanne Marie