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I’m not so good
at dancing –
no good at standing still
I can call each star
by name –
but never will
there’s a code
that I was given –
a promise I must keep
no matter how
or long
the winter sleeps
I’ll wrap myself
in summer
and tiptoe past the night –
sweating snow
and longing for a fight
I’m no good at love
forsaken –
silence wears
my waiting thin
I’m no good at letting go
if there’s a chance
we start again

I’m not so good at dancing

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