I miss my dirty rave scene
The shuddering highs
Bricks fall the lights turn hazy
And we come alive
And we dance around the straps on the beds
And we dance around the polystyrene
And we dance to magic dust on the decks
And we dance we dance we dance to death
Sarah is spinning light webs
Loved and wide-eyed
She feels the beats like lightning
Strip her disguise
And we dance down the black corridors
And we dance with ghosts that break from our heads
And we dance against the dark padded walls
And we dance we dance we dance til we fall
Sunday, 26 October 2008
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