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I'm glad to be taller than you to see your flowing dance and twisting legs from high your movements in the matrix between dance floor and chandelier like blood from a gashed foot I stand looking down upon the dripping dance pant legs rippling against pebble shoes thrown as far as they can to see who's strongest from down there you won't see my balding head the way my eyes wander and wish for bed in your puddle reflection in you
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
A little One
I'm glad to be taller than you to see your flowing dance and twisting legs from high your movements in the matrix between dance floor and chandelier like blood from a gashed foot I stand looking down upon the dripping dance pant legs rippling against pebble shoes thrown as far as they can to see who's strongest from down there you won't see my balding head the way my eyes wander and wish for bed in your puddle reflection in you
michael-mclean
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
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