my song

I told you to put on my song
and I closed my eyes, swaying
in the middle of the floor
with fog swallowing me whole.
I begged no one to look at me
but I didn’t want to dance alone,
I wished that my wings were real
and that, at the end of the night,
I didn’t have to take off my make up,
that I could keep dancing there
as an angel
for just a few more hours.

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