Remember that inebriated evening?
The one where we finally met, by chance.
We made our awkward introductions and then we danced our little slow dance.
There was a buzzing static feel to the air, a electricity that lingered around our heads, while it clung to our hair.
We forgot our surroundings as we twirled in sync.
The colors ever changing, melting, and fluorescing.
Left only to feel we did not think.
Danced by chance in the electric air, but awoke to realize, we were never there.
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