My hands, covered with midnight blue gloves, dance along your back as we embrace.
A sudden earthquake shakes us apart and my face, stark white, loses track of yours
You fall onto me, tightly hanging on, pulling me into a safe corner of the dance floor
Pieces of the party hall crumble around us, speckling our attire with loose, grey dust
Like a man in cape, you whisk my body, gloves and dress into your underground shelter
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