Broken Dance

Tap hard till it cracks
And let the whispers float out
Forgotten and wild,

Leave and then scatter
The odd thoughts you left hidden
In cold dusty rooms,

Take sadness and master
Awkward instincts forgotten
A sweet broken dance.

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