Maybe a poem

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Music playing faintly from the open door.
A couple dances across the floor.
Sweeping steps,
swishing skirt,
sparkling smiles.
Steadily gazing into each other's eyes,
Dropped, all semblance of disguise.
Emerging elegance,
Evident emotion,
Enamoring eloquence.
Flying around and around.
Seemingly never touching the ground.
Lost in the moment,
lost in the dance,
lost in the music.

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