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Aug 2018
I still go back to the beginning
to the night of the dance
-- before what we would come
before the fights while standing in line at the movies
before the long drive home from Salem without talking
before me denying you *** just to make you feel bad about yourself
I still go back to the beginning
to the anticipations of movies and drives and ***
And remembering how beautiful you danced.
Written by
WW Leach
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