Matthew Petranovich (5/11/93 / Utah)
In my dream, we danced.
The night was ours, full of romance.
We were at peace with the world,
In circles, we twirled and swirled.
There was passion between us,
and we weren't paying attention,
to those who seen us.
The night was ours,
In my dreams,
we have romance.
(If only it was reality)
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