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Dance Party

don't be afraid to dance in public

we have bodies that are meant to move,

connecting to the ground and having the stress float away.

don't think about what people will say

because odds are you will never see them again.

I have slowly turned into my mother— blasting music in the carpool line.

But instead of a carpool line, it's a red light.


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