I asked him as soon as we entered the house. Bare feet, wet shoes left at the door, summer rain doesn't cool down the hearts, just one more cigarette in the balcony and he says I don't dance as he grabs my waits and slowly takes it around the room. My feet over his feet as one should always dance when you're in love and I won't ever remember which song was playing.
My feet over his feet as it should always be, even when no music is playing, slowly around the room.
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