We are
the ones
we used to dream about
we are celebrating we are
embracing
we are the chosen ones
the few ones
we used to dream about
the dancers the singers the
lovers
the vomiting artists
the rocketing enthusiasts
the hellish people with
flashing eyes
we are the zombies
who survived
we are the brutal melody
the scornful glistening
we used to dream about
we go round and round and round
shouting EVERYTHING AT ONCE
to an empty crowd
we are the ones
we used to dream about
when the silence kept our eyelids shut
and we were waiting quietly
for us to stop.
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