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Flying in your Arms

Toes tapping, hearts racing,
the stage engulfs itself with light
as we predominantly parade
toward our doomsday dance.
We wait as the music prepares its excellence... oh! What the wait!
Nervous I am, as the notes play effortlessly. Tendu... adagio... ballotte... I am barely doing my best.
I come from the air, scared as a soldier under fire.
You catch me, caressing me carefully...
I am flying in your arms.

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