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The Dance

January 13, 2014
By Anonymous

This dance is something I long for.
He whirls me around the floor in woe,
and my heart in lust departs the door

Presenting angry glances,
others flaunt their rigid dances.
With stares harsh and cold,
I keep focus on my feet.
For who are they to be so bold;
to bring my dance to defeat?

Our movements are
not short of swift.
A twinkle in his eyes.
His body leads mine
beginning to drift.
My prince and I
waltz upon moonlit skies.

This dance has made me whole
Transformed my empty heart to full



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