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Last Dance

 

Another lost

weekend 

noose too tight 

around my neck 

I remember when 

we loved each other

how every star 

sang your name

Now we’re thin 

as orchids 

our stalks a 

failed coup as 

we bleed out 

on an empty dancefloor 

that no one 

uses anymore