Pantomimic eruptions
Halt my deceiving demise,
As you wrap your arms around mine,
And products of ecstasy start to rise.

I feel myself dancing, spinning
Upon the mountains of lost time,
I look up at you and you smile,
Portraying destruction like a mime.

The sound of the explosion ceases,
As you hold me in a tighter embrace,
I continue to dance upon burning rocks,
And I realize that I have won the race.
 
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