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Ne'er Dance
“I don’t dance,”
I told everyone who asked.
“I’m terrible at it.”
So I didn’t.
I sat on the sidelines and watched.
I used to dance.
I didn’t question it when my feet
Would tap of their own accord and my body
Would wiggle around with delight.
“I was young and I was stupid.
It was embarrassing.”
I’m still young and I’m still stupid.
I’m still terribl...
Tuesday 18th April 2023 2:49 am
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