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She dances beneath the branches
with a bottle in her hand, and I
watch, while she beckons me
with her provocative
everythihng
there are times when I dance
occasions I choose not to
moments I prefer to watch
her 
dark hair cossets her
arm
reaching out, she says, "come"
I fortify and take her hand
bringing myself to stand
and yes I dance
because she is undeniable
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