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Feb 2019
she couldn't dance like the rest
she didn't want to let herself go enough to fall and be caught in his open embrace
her pace was unchoreographed and timid
scared of being replaced in the dance which she called
love
by a newer, more beautiful dancer that isn't afraid of prewetting into the arms of her loverΒ Β 

but all and all her dance was bewitchingly unique
and he loved that
love can be compared to a dance either you and your partners paces match or they don't
Chrissy
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Chrissy  25/F/London
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