Dancing around, into the isles, and into the yard.
Yes, we are practicing for war.
Walk off stage.
Beg for your face. Beg for your fingertips.
The request and the response.
The emeralds that we all claim,
Cost nothing lest we walk off stage and then bury it for all to see.
These precious diamonds.
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