Dancing in the fire

we laugh we dance, the night is young

no scorch no scorn , we are numb

we toe the line from scars to fun

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as the hour's pass, most go home

we who remain feel the flame

how fun it is to toe this line

how fun it is to lose the time

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I shuffle while the fire bites and snaps

my feet give way, bones begin to crack

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and all this time dancing in the fire

I failed to notice I drew its ire

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no longer am I dancing

I sink into the flames

they wrap my body

I grasp for ground

the flame burns across my skin

and smoke fills my lungs

writhing in misery

I return to ash.

10 Rules for Surviving a Dysfunctional Family

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