the fifth day
was at homecoming.
me & you
sat on
opposite
side's of the
gym, but shortly
we danced towards
eachother
in an awkward
fashion.
"you look absolutly stunning. by the way, what are you called."
"coraline. you?"
"jake."
"so do we dance?"
"yes darling. we can dance all night. as long as you enjoy yourself."
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balter
Poetrybalter (v.) to dance gracelessly, without particular art or skill, but with some enjoyment.