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Dirt

Amidst the orchestrated chaos
She stood
Dancing, dancing
Broken treasures clasped
To her chest

Dark fell around but she stayed
Dancing, crying
Pouring her heart
Into the internal abyss

Lonely corridor
Sweet whispers past
Shadows of a caress
Blew past her neck

The river flows
Rotten spirals of center
The dry desert
Floods