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Dec 2015
that first night, you danced with me
and everybody looked at us like we were crazy
and maybe we were
but we were too dizzy with the excitement
of what came next for us
to even notice
or care
about the rest of them
and now that you're gone
I dance alone
and I think about that night
and I think about you
and I think about how quickly
things fell apart
since the night we danced.
Emma A
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Emma A  F/New Orleans, LA
(F/New Orleans, LA)   
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