Dancing on their own.



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poopwarrior
poopwarrior A dreamer seeking escape.
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A twisted ending to an overused cliche.

Dancing on their own.

They dance under the moonlight

It's a spotlight for the unspotted

Their embrace a call for battle

Their footsteps, assembling the troops

The wind their orchestra

Their audience, the night

They dance under the moonlight

As the war continues

And bullets find their home

The lifeless bodies carrying young hearts

Sprinkled like salt on the

Gaping wounds of humanity

Their souls, they dance under the moonlight.

They are the children of war.

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