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Cold night, atop a tall building, it appeared.

It took my hand, it twirled me, no audience, no cheers.

I hated the way it looked, and yet, it danced with me.

I hated the way I acted, and yet, it danced with me.

I hated the way I saw myself, and yet, it danced with me.

I hated the way I felt, and yet, it danced with me.

It loosened its grip, I tightened mine, we kept dancing.

It loosened its grip, I held on tight, we kept dancing.

It loosened its grip, I loosened mine, we stopped dancing.

In that cold and on that roof, I felt but couldn’t see.

But in my heart I knew the truth.

That death had danced with me.