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Apr 2016
And if it needed to be
I would have done so
Regardless of obstacles
or another’s point of view

Locked doors matter not
Detours mean nothing
Armed guards, whatever

Opportunities ignored
out of respect for wishes,
happily

For me to dance
is to hear the music
playing inside of you
and I do because I listen
to yours

Do you ever listen to mine?
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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   ---, Aeerdna, Corset, --- and Busbar Dancer
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