December 12, 2011
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I see skirts swoosh on the dance floor
hands press against backs
a dimly lit room
shadows looming in shady corridors

bombs drop right above us
the slight trace of worry
flickers in the eyes of my partner

I hear the laughter
faked affection
we talk just to
try and forget our fears

and the big band plays
brass bounces off stone walls
its notes collide with the dancers

I smell spirits
the nectar to forget our troubles
and the slight scent of underground dampness
the glimmer of a water drop

dust fills the air with each brace
small remnants of stone fall to the earth at our heels
miniscule cracks in the walls of our patience

I feel serenity
just for a minute
but the uncertainty of time looms constantly
in the mind of an entire generation

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