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1, 2, 3, 4

i search through seas of bright blue sequins and a perfectly timed dance number to find you

you tried to remember the steps in my kitchen as i poured us wine
the song played and you tapped around in your bare feet

you told me you were a dancer in her music videos. surprised i didn't already know
i tried to seem very nonchalant 
very whatever
very la la la about the whole thing

but then when you left my house
nineteen hours after the wine
and a ninety nine conversations and moments later
i opened my computer
on the futon by the plants 
and played the video three times in a row
so i could catch a glimpse of you
in your life
your other life. where you are a public figure
instead of being my private you...

there you were. 
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draped in red and smiling
a smile that has become as familiar to me as my own hands
a grammy award winning smile
i know you say the grammy's don't mean anything...but they made a smart choice

for that moment of you tapping around the kitchen
i felt so simple
so profoundly me. unimportant and small-shot me

but i know, that's the me that you love. 
outside of fame and big credits
my success or yours
we remain two idiot fools cuddling and chatting our days away
i wonder how long it will last before fame temps
before outside motivation steps in 
before a she more precious then me comes along

and takes all my insides away....