Dance
I dont dance alot
and I say please...for me?
You say sure, so here we are
the beat gets fast and it starts.
First a sway and a jump
and the music changes. The
tempo rises and falls. In
our own little bubble, your all I see.
We work up a sweat and we
dance off the dance floor and sit
by the wall deciding just to talk.
"I'm sorry I'm a bad dancer."
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