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Oct 2013
The way he dances for me
reminds me of sweet kisses passed
and flames licking at the corners
of impassioned nothings
that light me up

The floors are so far flung
and I am missing my partner
all I can do is watch him dance behind my eyelids
sitting on the side of my own dance floor
Christine Eglantine
Written by
Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
637
   Chuck and Nat Lipstadt
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