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Take me to the inner circle

Tonight I dance your dance

This loss

This renewal,

The truest sense 

Of culture

(Faltering foot

Rawing palm

Caking sweat

Burning soul)

For as many hours

As I can count

On just one hand,

I too 

Am coffee-colored

Simply diluted

By too much creme. 

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