Dance
the music plays
a slow, haunting number
you hold me tight
and we dance
barely moving
feeling the notes
feeling the lyrics
feeling the moment
caught in time
before the song changes
and someone cuts in
never finishing
the dance we started
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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