Our time
She come unnoticed like the smoke before a great flame. It burned my nose with a sweet burn. I didn't mind. We moved through the dance floor focused one another, on mirroring each other's steps. She had a smile that illuminated the dark room. Lips as soft as roses on a summer's night. Hair of black silk and eyes that peer into my soul. We had a time that night. A time that I won't soon forget. The antithesis of her disappearance.
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