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There is a whole world of words in my mind. At night, they dance around, waltzing with each other. Entangling themselves into sentences, into thoughts. Spinning at their own fancy, the music never ending. And I, kept awake by their frivolity, am terrified by the dust disturbed by their dance on the floor of my subconscious.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Subconscious Ballroom
There is a whole world of words in my mind. At night, they dance around, waltzing with each other. Entangling themselves into sentences, into thoughts. Spinning at their own fancy, the music never ending. And I, kept awake by their frivolity, am terrified by the dust disturbed by their dance on the floor of my subconscious.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
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