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Monday, 29 October 2007
06:50:09 PM (GMT)
(Free Verse! Yesh... 'tis about a rave.)

Your fingers drum on my skin. 
Smiles flash, we begin our game,
And fall to the sudden percussion.

The guitar cries and dances in my veins.
Our hearts beating in time,
we become the sound, wild, and untamed.

We have abandoned reason for rhyme
among the silhouettes
and writhing contour lines.

A dangerous game of trying to forget.
Our hungering eyes long for the taste
of lips parted in protest.

Strobe lights carve shadows on your face.
Glittering figures perspire.
We are blurred at the rising pace.

The lights turn red, shadows conspire.
We tip our glasses, drinking fire.

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