| Poetry |
Beat
Tread
lightly tread,
On myself
do your fat feet
fall.
Harder
harder still,
you make your
mark- dance on
my sand.
‘Come on
come out’-
I can’t,
I won’t.
You’re watching.
Dance, dance,
Dance to your
beat. My heart’s your
stage.
Tear it up.
by Andrew Raeburn
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