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Dec 2014
Yesterday I caught you staring.
Was it just me or did you look away?

Right now I see you smiling.
You caught me staring, my turn to look away.

Sure enough we were dancing.
When one of us pressed play.

I suggest this dance should stop right now,
so we can both start to sway (for real).
gwyneth jacob
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