Literature
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It's hard to be center stage in your light,
But our hearts and vocal chords rang true.
In all the world just dances can take flight,
Though from this same point, you already flew.
My love for the performance was your cue,
And I went from disco to veritgo.
Your lips stole my voice during my debut,
Though the crowd, like my heart, was still aglow.
Your smirk thrilled me as my throat tried, "Hello;"
Like the beast you are, you kissed me twice more.
It was the greatest gift you could bestow;
Your dark lipstick spell made me two times soar.
It was just a dream, but one thing stayed true:
I'm blissfully trapped by my love