SO the performance revealed
They danced around, they beamed
The vain was obvious,
Hence for that the oblivious.
No discomfort, no inhibitions
Just pure trouble and selfishness.
With the lips clamped shut
With the eyes closed tight
Wondering in the rain
Hovering with the pain
Harmless it might seem
Coldness enveloped the game
Perhaps betrayal will come
Like it did, every single time.
Almost to the end of 2013.
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