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Frenzy. Dance around fire-eyes
blindfolded by heat, toes grabble earth,
long skirts sway, led by his arm.
I capture their movements writing
in this notebook. Eyes on the young
men, their gesturing hands invite
hidden thoughts.
Dance around the fires, the heat
scorches the rim of my skirt, your shirt.
Eyes close.
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