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| Taken from I Think We Need An Uprising |
No, she waltzed a bit.
She returned to the one
Thing she did publicly regardless
Of what anyone else thought.
Partnered.
And partnerless.
The wooden floors reminded her
Of her childhood.
Or tweenhood as they might call it now.
But it was where she felt
Comfortable.
She owned that dance floor.
Like she did before.
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