Birthday Boy Countdown

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A chorus line of high stepping gals in high heels

But let's forego the allure of clicks and kicks across the floor

An invitation for more

Awaits

A call to the edge of truth

Where we are lost in the dance

And the dance is lost in the music

An ocean of sound

The whale's song

The orchestra of dawn

Your voice

Truth rides on the edge of the stiletto heel

And what the blood knows is true.

While four flashes across the floor

And dares to fall

For the chance of the precise kick together

in the step and rhythm

We dance our truth

In the movement

We know each other

As four calls out for more