we've been dancing again--
small cautious steps
delicate waltzes tip-toed
boom tss tss,
boom tss tss,
'til i am no longer following
the bottle's lead.
we swing into every room,
some nights we dance
while i'm bathing.
the evening is always
fluid,
time creeps
unexistant, ignored
as i have another dance
and yet another.
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