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I was watching the Nutcracker, stage drinking blue The violins pizzicato, pizzicato the wood sprung floor breathing with the knock of ballet shoes I was watching the Nutcracker, sitting in the mezzanine, Mezzanine the red kiss of cherry wood and green, I live in the mezzanine I was watching the Nutcracker, peering into the pit, a small gap in the stage floor where I could see your wrist, holding your bow, swaying your bow, pushing back and forth making my carpal tunnel ache, oh your bow I was watching the Nutcracker and you were playing the score Tchaikovsky Tchaikovsky beneath the stage floor
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
Nutcracker.
I was watching the Nutcracker, stage drinking blue The violins pizzicato, pizzicato the wood sprung floor breathing with the knock of ballet shoes I was watching the Nutcracker, sitting in the mezzanine, Mezzanine the red kiss of cherry wood and green, I live in the mezzanine I was watching the Nutcracker, peering into the pit, a small gap in the stage floor where I could see your wrist, holding your bow, swaying your bow, pushing back and forth making my carpal tunnel ache, oh your bow I was watching the Nutcracker and you were playing the score Tchaikovsky Tchaikovsky beneath the stage floor
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sarah-or-something
F/American
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
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