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May 2015
The Dance
And suddenly I was not me
I was standing objectively out
Watching people **** their bodies
Awkwardly pleading for someone
To notice. Dancing is a plea, and I,
I wasn't dancing
Rj
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Rj
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   ---, Kelly Rose, ---, L and M
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