Let’s say we tango
to the jazz of our life expectancies
Straight-faced but mockingly
Or we could always salsa
to the fierceness of our wild imaginations
Boldly and in smooth synchronization
You know we always could
But I’d rather slow dance
to our song of our feelings
Shyly and clumsily
Because I’ve never been much of a dancer
And I know you have two left feet too
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