The Final DanceA Poem by Mae Moralesbattlefeild danceAs the two glided to each other. Holding their weapon of choice. Waltzing with each other. Though both dance teams, suffer No one showed the bit of mercy. In the end the one partener is left standing. Glidding back to his started position. © 2010 Mae MoralesAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 31, 2010 Last Updated on May 31, 2010 AuthorMae MoralesNCAboutI'm almost your typical 17 year old girl, yet the words I write down are the feelings of me that are yet afraid to come out into the real world, afraid that everyone might judge so harsly that I shoul.. more..Writing
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