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the dance

it’s a romantic song and they, our friends–our friends– push us together.

you don’t dance my style you say.  you don’t let loose enough.

miffed.  i walk away.  then, the last song comes on, and everyone looks to us again.  our eyes lock, and we’re dancing.  our hands intertwined, our bodies together, we’re dancing.  and i let loose like never before.  just your style.

when we’re done, we’re panting and smiling, eyes tied together with love.  and i thought God smiled, too.  i really thought.


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