Dialogue With A Question Mark

Dancing around, into the isle and into the yard.
Yes, we are practicing for war.
Beg for your face.
Beg for your fingertips.
The request; the response.
The emeralds of all we claim cost nothing unless we walk off stage and then bury it for all to see.
Precious diamonds.



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Writer(s): Joshua Scogin, Joshua Beiser, Jeffrey Carter, Jorge Medina, Jonathan Harbin
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