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Feb 2015
It was the first time I saw her
Walking past empty sidewalks
My hands were cold, the night was young
I found myself entering a crowded room
It was loud and everyone smelled the same
I shoved my hands in my pocket
Back against the wall, head lowering slowly
But then I saw something 
Someone*
It was the first time I saw her
She was dancing 
I can't stop looking at her
I was mesmerized
By her hands, the way she moved
It felt real
Everything was perfect, beautiful 
It happened really fast
I didn't want her to stop
I didn't want this moment to pass
I didn't want to die
day dreamer
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