In the dark of the night, I found
La Habana at Radmansgatan. Stockholm midnight.
Downstairs-crowded and hot, two older men
(possibly Peruvian) dancing with the younger
girls. The sounds of salsa all around. I remembered
you. I felt a rhythm in my feet. I didn't care because
I knew they wouldn't judge. I remembered you.
I hope that we can dance again soon,
coz I really miss dancing with you.
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