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Dancing Demons

The little drops of falling rain,
They say, can wash away,
Your every pain,
And vanquish demons,
You kept unslain,
But then again,
They say a lot,
That which remain,
Still Untrue,
They say, that open wounds,
Can mar you, ruin you,
Yet some prefer,
To dance, under this deluge,
Solely,
Amidst the silver hue
And smile,
Despite the lasting pain,
Of what,
They’ve been through,
As if it were,
All true,
The falling rain,
The fading pain,
All wrapped up,
In solitude.

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