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Dancing In The Fire
Poetry
I’m dancing in the fire now,
can you see me twist and twirl?
The world we knew before now
goes up in smoky curls
So you either dance or drop now,
I don’t write the rules
The air is getting thick now,
amidst the breath of fools
Do you see me dance, now?
I bend the flames around.
You must join the dance, now,
or fall down to the ground.
Prompt from the brilliant Bella Smith ⭐: 4. Either “Flame Dances” or “Fire Breathing”
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