Distraction & Reason

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My thoughts, like  
Argentine Tangos  
 
Soft, graceful, yet
silent & abrupt;  
Sharpened be my edges  
when nightime dancing  
demons ask for my hand  
 
I don't require a saviour,  
Just you, as my partner;  
You to be the distraction,  
The reason for it all,
the reason I'm eager to  
lay my thoughts down  
each night, so you might  
understand that I'll be  
forever in a lovers hold
with you.