Come and hold my hand the dance floor is waiting for you and I is our song- the one that is playing and we may never dance again after tonight. Place your arms around me like you did that very first time; merging ourselves through our eyes- and you smiled; making the heavens cry. Tonight is a night... Sign in to see full entry.
OUR LAST DANCE
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