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In the back of the old arcade, A relic of a bygone decade, An old and beaten machine stands, Playing music from foreign lands. I step in time with the beat, Laughing as I quickly stomp my feet. A flash of something catches my eye, Is that you passing me by? I pause, look around But you're not to be found. A phantom, a whisper, a dream... Or at least so it may seem.
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
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In the back of the old arcade, A relic of a bygone decade, An old and beaten machine stands, Playing music from foreign lands. I step in time with the beat, Laughing as I quickly stomp my feet. A flash of something catches my eye, Is that you passing me by? I pause, look around But you're not to be found. A phantom, a whisper, a dream... Or at least so it may seem.
#arcade#love#pining
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hufflepuffleluffaluff
20/Gender Nonconforming
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
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