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One more time

I closed my eyes to believe that what happened was real,
I wanted it to be real, I mean it physically happened,
It was a simple gesture, but it said so much,
Could it have been a mistake?
On who's part?
There is no blame, only hope,
For just one more time,
I would ask you a simple question,
Could we dance?
Work in progress? I wrote this for the "Concert girl."

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