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Nov 2015
My dance was discordant
Animalistic, trembling persistent
All flesh and bone made to be passionate
Holding in one hand
The hopeful destruction called love
And in the other fingers ****** facts
I gasp choked by the dissonance
Holding out hope while trying to be realistic
All I could do is dance to my own madness
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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     Graff1980 and Eiliv Advena
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