you can just get up and dance
hand in hand with the master of music
stepping stepping slowly
moving into each other
and out
not a dance of touch of love
examination each other
stepping in and out
piercing questions
judgments
movements
here you were
wherever before
catch me over and over and into again
a closer look
before the song ends
you beside me
the rest becomes dimmer
background fading.
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