So you think you can dance
Slipping through
By slipping
The ice is our enemy
The ice is our friend
Mothers and daughters
Walking down stairs
Finding their seats
To the love
Show
The end of the slide
The top of the trail
Early darkening days
Who put you there?
Who made it here.
Lifetimes of number crunching
And bible berthing
Sucker punching
Love of words
Distrust of
This joy
Now is your chance
A ghost will greet you
Rolling hug
There is no catch
We all lead different
Lives
And they are all
The same
Schwervon! 
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