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Aug 2018
He’s simply the beat,
or is that my own heart?

He’s my music,
stuck in a trance.
         He is my music.
          Oh how I love to dance.

Swaying my hips to and fro,
he is my happy and I want him to know.
O.K
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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