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A tiny dancer twiddles across my usually blank mind. I’m defined by the choices I make. Commercials are killing me. I wish they were ads for cigarettes. Maybe then it would make more sense. Sensibly, I call you out from under the ground. Just to see you dancing. It had been a while. And I feel my foot tap-tapping to the sound of your body gliding all around me. Magically inclined. I'm defined by the choices that I make.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
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A tiny dancer twiddles across my usually blank mind. I’m defined by the choices I make. Commercials are killing me. I wish they were ads for cigarettes. Maybe then it would make more sense. Sensibly, I call you out from under the ground. Just to see you dancing. It had been a while. And I feel my foot tap-tapping to the sound of your body gliding all around me. Magically inclined. I'm defined by the choices that I make.
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M/Scottish
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
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