tango
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If it only takes two to tango, then why do you need another dance partner? Are my steps not on time? Are we not following the same rhythm? Do I not move when you move? Or perhaps it’s you who can’t keep up with the beat.
Slowly, we dance our waltz,
One two three, one two three, on and on,
But I’m on two when you’re on one,
And I know how this dance ends,
Slowly, the music builds,
Flirting is a dance.
A delicate balance of movements and grace using body language and words.
A lie within a lie within a lie.
You know it's effecting you when you're hyper aware of your pulsing heart.
Black, purple, and blue dents,
keepers of the memories and events
that orate a tale of the ego held within.
Each contusion a badge of honor and strength–the true gold metals of life.
