Dancingby Joanne Marisa Leowand twirl me to music like a spoon in a cup; to feel all dizzy and drunk with notes, rhythms and pulses, my head swimming and sunk. I just want to be held and spun cheek to cheek, to be inebriated with excitement until my knees go weak heart pounding face flushed eyes shining into a face inches from mine  warmth and laughter all aroundand dancing the only sound |
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