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This is open to interpretation. Enjoy!
Dancing out and turning back,
Waltzing with the throng,
Twirling flaming torches that
Made melody of song.
Scripture-ing amongst the walls—
A diamond in the rough—
Shrieking ‘round the porcelain hands
With silky satin cuffs.
I came, I saw, I backed away,
And left that dream behind,
For it was never more than that:
A plague upon the mind.