Writers’ Blokke
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Writers’ Blokke


Just a Dance

A poem

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‘Just a dance’, you’d said.
I agreed.

And then we began the act.

We held hands; I knew this was a part of the game.

Our chests touched; I didn’t even take notice, I continued the waltz blissfully.

And then you looked into my eyes.

And this was the kind of look that could evaporate oceans.

And then I knew you were the man I could dance all night with without tiring a bit.




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