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DanceDance He kissed her, hard. She kissed back, her hands in his hair. He gently placed his aching fingers upon her waist, drawing her slightly towards him. She felt the passion, desire. The lust. He felt her hands shaking, nervous of what was ahead. She went through everything in her head once again, and held him close. He gave her everything he had. Everything. His strength, his courage. His love. She drew is all, and parted. He watched her go, feeling pride dawn strong and colourful within him. She ran out, onto the stage in front of millions, and danced. He missed not a sDance
Angles

Its hardIts hard to wake up when all is dark its hard to rememberIts hard
if there is no mark
its hard to love
if there is no heart its hard to carry if theres nothing to cart
its hard to sing if there is no sound its hard to keep
if it is not bound
its hard to understand if there is nothing there its hard to be when theres no one to care
its hard to believe if there is no hope if there is no one its hard to cope
without you it would be hard to see that without you i wouldnt be.
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