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My seat slowly shaped Into a moving sphere My legs slowly gave To the lack of steer Conscious of my eyes And how my body lyes Conscious of my demeanor And how I traced my "i's" I couldn't help but wonder Does he try to hide his wandering eyes Does he secretly wanna hear my name? Does he pick up on that these nerves are all part of a silly game?
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Moving sphere
My seat slowly shaped Into a moving sphere My legs slowly gave To the lack of steer Conscious of my eyes And how my body lyes Conscious of my demeanor And how I traced my "i's" I couldn't help but wonder Does he try to hide his wandering eyes Does he secretly wanna hear my name? Does he pick up on that these nerves are all part of a silly game?
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
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