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Nov 2012
I have never
Danced in a
Pitch black room
With the smell
Of flowers
Everywhere.
I only dance
In the rain, a
Clean, and icy
Catharsis
I only dance
In a dark and
Hot gym for
Homecoming
With friends all
Around
I am not the
Most graceful or
Original, as I stumble
And lose rhythm
And simply sway or spin
Nevertheless, I
Dance
11/19/12
Lucky Queue
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Lucky Queue  bones and earth
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