My Dance

March 13, 2008
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Sliding
across the glossy wood floor
in fuzzy socks
with music playing
in the background
from my stereo
lost in thought
feels like flying
floating above
what I am
not thinking about what is
and what is not
forgetting for a minute
while the song plays
that life is not perfect
losing myself
in my dance
of freedom
in my fuzzy socks
across the glossy wood floors

sliding . . .





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