Dancing

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A/N Catching up for yesterday because exhaustion was a thing so a double dose today. The song has nothing to do with the writing it's just the first thing that came to mind with the prompt~

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The outskirts of town are always the most beautiful at night. Just dark enough to see the brightest stars and bright enough for the lost boys dance-floor. 

When we're here we forget the pain of the day, the burn of the sun, the scorch marks and scars. When we're here, we're free. So let's dance until we fall and then trace the stars with our arms. In this moment, let's dance, no chains no restrictions, just starlight, music, and lost boys.


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