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faces bright with the sunblinding with radiancepop and streamers and the cakesunder golden lightdrinking cool champagnebeneath a spinning disco ballthe beat of the music flowsinto your veinspop and fizz in your blood,smooth and cool,you slide onto the dance floor i’ve realized i’m horrible at writing light-hearted poems. it took me a long time to writeContinue reading “party”


pounding through our veinsas our feet tap and heads boband our arms swirl in the airour bodies twisting and turningto the music gracing the airgiving us a rush of endorphinswith matching smiles tuggingat our chapped lipsas we dance and danceas the night grows olderand the music grows younger.