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Jan 2018
I lay my head on his shoulder
His hands around my waist
I trembled with excitement

His body  warm against mine
The scent of his cologne
I was dancing on air

The music stopped
I was sad
My first dance was now just a memory
I
Written by
Ginger Gibbs
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