SpinningSlowlySoftlySighing

they're swaying slowly,
pulledohsoclose,
brushing the fallen hairs
from softly lit faces.

the music is fast,
but the dance is slow.
they're rocking tightly with
some softly whispered words.

their tiptoes trace slow circles
on the polished wooden floor.
their two chins are resting
on two shoulders

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