FLOOR

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We came, like we always do.
Came to have a good time.
This was not fine
I could'nt ignore.
She was with somebody else, on the floor.
She had somebody else's hand. I did'nt understand.
She was dancing with somebody new.
I was blue. Did'nt know what to do.
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