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I love the way she dances any time the music plays but even when there's silence she dances anyway It might just be her eyes that dance sparkling and beguiling or it might just be her mouth this time A half-grin, maybe smiling Sometimes when she dances it's with fire, unrestrained Spinning the blaze around her to burn the fear away Other times she dances slow those days that she feels safe Sharing secrets long held close from another time and place I love the way she dances any time the music plays Slow, ablaze or silent I love them all the same
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
The Dancer
I love the way she dances any time the music plays but even when there's silence she dances anyway It might just be her eyes that dance sparkling and beguiling or it might just be her mouth this time A half-grin, maybe smiling Sometimes when she dances it's with fire, unrestrained Spinning the blaze around her to burn the fear away Other times she dances slow those days that she feels safe Sharing secrets long held close from another time and place I love the way she dances any time the music plays Slow, ablaze or silent I love them all the same
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
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