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Nov 2012
Careful Steps,
Concise And Practiced,
A Rehearsed Dance Routine,
Which Makes Me Invisible,
To The Eyes Which Dwell In Furry Bodies,
The Trees My Gang,
The Warm Air Escaping My Lungs,
Creating Mist--Is My Smoke,
And The Musky Air Of Deteriorating Leaves,
Is My High,
Composing Lyrics In My Head With Every Step,
My Pace Keeping A Steady Beat,
The Music To Which I Dance,
And The Mud My Dance Floor,
Leaving Bare Prints Of Human Toes Behind,
The Last Leaves Confetti,
In A Cloudless Sky,
The Sun My Blacklights,
Nature My Never Ending Party,
Adrenaline My Drug,
My Body My Dealer,
Excitement My Currency,
Alert And Aware,
Never A Target,
Stay Far Away From Plush Cushions,
And Crowded Clubs,
Humans Screeching Over Meaningless Words,
Wasted Wannabes Rubbing Against One Another,
That Is The Secret Of My Natural High,
The Best Thing Is--I Never Crash
This Isnt About Anyone In Particular, But I Think It's Really Annoying When People That Are So Young And Malleable Non-Stop Party.. I Mean, Many Adolescents Are Smoking *** When They're In Jr High.. People (Including Some Adults) Need To Get Their Acts Together (Not Saying That People Who Party Are Bad I'm Just Saying That To Much Is A Danger To Them And A Burden To Others)
Sydney Victoria
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Sydney Victoria  F/Minnesota
(F/Minnesota)   
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