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Back Massage Tense, tight, strained, From dancing all day.

Coffee shop echoes along, Music that frees my soul.

Fuzzy socks in my hands, Feet grinded to the bone. Calves harder than cement, Tenderize them again.

A mound of fur at my feet, Hes still as a rug. Chop, push, roll, From shoulders to her Back.

Bonding is tense at times, But so is the air we breath. Sometimes all thats needed, Is a simple back massage.

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