It eats at me
Breathes at me
Warms my being with its air
I spin
Try to catch its hand
And dip
This is not a tango
This is a waltz
Hands out
I dance alone
And cannot grab hold
The music speeds up
There’s no stopping
I will follow the shadow
To my destruction
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Love it, lady. Back in the day, I was into riding waves. (music waves, that is) For Christmas, "they" always gave me batteries for my AM radio. 
