Dancing on Common Grounds
(A Haiku Waffle Stack)

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Last night we all danced,
did the tribal rock ’n’ roll,
bouncing past the past.

Couldn’t have done it
without the boys in the band
blasting us with love.

Musical murder:
music so loud it killed us,
brought us back to life.

Last night we all danced,
found a way back to ourselves
like we’d never left.