I Will Be Dancing Ella Wade When the world ends I will be dancing, I will be falling through the dark depths of the oceans, I will be flying on the flickering flames of a candle. I will be running through the mountains, stumbling over rocks. I will be sitting with my head looking out of an open car window flying down the streets of San Francisco at midnight on a Saturday. And I shall smile as blood collects in the toes of my stilettos, And smile as the the salt water stings my eyes, And smile as the flames burn my skin, And smile as the rocks embed themselves in my skin, And smile as the wind rushes at my face, until it seems to cover my throat and threaten to drag me from this world with its cold hands.
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