(these were written seperately, but somehow, I feel like they were meant to be together.)
dancing on tripwire
tumbling through minefields
her life is an hourglass
pushed to the edge of the table
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she laughed as the world burned around her
dancing naked among the ashes
kicking her feet in the air,
spraying the sky with dust
her arms outstretched
beckoning armageddon.
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