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Bossa Nova We dance the Bossa Nova. I move backwards, pinned to the wall You step directly in my tracks Like footprints in the snow. You’re safe, not sinking any further Than I am, or are you? You’re heavier, the weight in your step Presses the once virgin snow Into packed ice. |
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