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Dance


Wait ‘til you see,

What I can do,

I’d love to show you,

You know I would.

 

I love to watch,

You smile,

Without vile,

Intentions.

 

I can’t wait to see your face,

As the bass reverberates,

Drag you onto the dance floor,

Nothing rewards me more.

 

Dance amongst the flurries,

Make angels in the snow,

All while drinking hot cocoa.

 

Curl up in a blanket,

After it’s all over,

Don’t mind the snow blower.

 

I can’t wait to see your face,

As the bass reverberates,

Drag you onto the dance floor,

Nothing rewards me more.

 

I know you’ll watch me,

As I struggle to be,

And I know,

You’ll never leave me.

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EmilyDemchik
<p>Also posted on DeviantArt.</p>

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