Archive of Our Own

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Masks in hand, they continue to waltz in circles
Though they know things will never be the same again within shades of blues and purples

Maybe it’s for the best, maybe it’s for the worst
But I promise you’ll be fine, you won’t end up hurt

So before you run away, and our hearts lose themselves amidst the gray sea
Please reach out a hand, and ask, “Will you dance with me?”

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(I love the whole invitation setup for signing up, it makes me feel like I’m in this fancy masquerade party.)