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his hands are on me and it's warm.
but they have nothing on yours.
he spins me and I'm dizzy,
but when you did, it made me giddy.
when we dance, our eyes meet for a brief second across the room–
across the stage, i wonder if you feel a sort of darkness loom.
i wonder if you wished it was me you were dancing, too.
because i don't wish it was you.
as much as I miss your hands on mine,
i fear i wouldn't be fine.
i'd toe the line between heaven and hell,
well, i feel like i'm already there.
i guess I'll forever retell
the way that night felt.
the words that smile told
i miss it tenfold.