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Jan 2016
There's a space
next to me on the dance floor

I picture you in it

I raise my hands to the air
           praise you
run down my neck
           your hands pressing in
down my body
            squeeze me
my crotch
           feel me
to the floor
            exhaust me
throw them back to the air
a room filled with sweat
             *smells like you
even dancing cannot keep my mind off you
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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   lluvia de abril
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