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Dec 2014
I walk in the club
And I see it all
No friends around,
But I don't need 'em
I've got this feeling
And I intend to listen to it
The floor gets quiet
As I let myself loose
Everyone is interested
In those wonderful moves
I hope no one is offended
By the way those hoops dance.
Jacob
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Jacob  19/M/Texas - United States
(19/M/Texas - United States)   
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