SupremeDreamer27 Mar 2013

Ahh... this is ripe for greatness. The theme resonates, yet you didn't exectute it in the best manner.

Speak of the dances that come BEFORE your yearning for the last. Speak of that which inspired you to bother dancing in the first place... And PLEASE let it not be teenaged weariness for fuck sakes. ;/ List them as they come and have them evolve to an acceptance of death. We all grow weary, and all of us shall dance the last dance with sweet lady death, but the life that leads to that is what defines ones' contentedness
with death and the last dance.

Bring in the details! IMAGINE!

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