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Apr 2021
I still hear the music
My feet want to swing in step.
My eyes want to smile with welcome.
I want to cling.
I still hear the music.
My arms want to wrap with warmth.
My lips want to whisper.
The rhythm is familiar.
I still hear the music.
Come to me.
Let's dance, the dance of youth.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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