and for a moment, just a moment, i thought i was dancing with you. but really, i was just dancing on my own.
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Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.
𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛
and for a moment, just a moment, i thought i was dancing with you. but really, i was just dancing on my own.
