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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time

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The Dancers The fire burns while music rhythmically conducts the dancer's fate. All lost of shackles circling the fire, dancers show no sign of any need to escape. The drum beats as a heart that is bound to break, voices cry in tones that beg the pity of a master who is yet to be served, but the dancers do not refrain. Bodies flail and tear at evil forces unseen, uncontrolled are their bodies, unpracticed are their routine. Never on two feet does a dancer stand, they dance and tire around the fire meeting the beating drums constant demand. With time nonexistent the sun and moon rise and fa...

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