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The Dance

We dance our dance

back and forth,

ebbing and flowing in a rhythm

as ancient as desire.

Wanting and fearing,

pushing and pulling

as we maneuver

and test each other,

over and over and over

probing for weakness

searching for flaws

slight or huge so we can run,

run away permanently.

But we always cycle back

into the embrace

of our forever partner.

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