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Walked in like B flat Slow music playing Heels clicked like staccato Dress cello imitating Blue notes sunken Drunken with the motion Of the left right sway Spin, dip, heads floating River more than ocean She never stands still She don't shoot the breeze Heart-breaker, shoot to **** Then she transposed the thrill B harmonic minor Tango, stomp, clap Somebody shot the dress designer. Violence in the night Gasoline on the floor Swift step matchstick heels She adores the White Light Like coconut cream Musicians bathe with the moon Sleep with its beams Play until the world Seems to burst at the seams Set fire to the rivers Inhale the steam Descend with the fifths Never rest on a trill Cut the drums, spotlight Let her transpose the thrill
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
Transpose the Thrill
Walked in like B flat Slow music playing Heels clicked like staccato Dress cello imitating Blue notes sunken Drunken with the motion Of the left right sway Spin, dip, heads floating River more than ocean She never stands still She don't shoot the breeze Heart-breaker, shoot to **** Then she transposed the thrill B harmonic minor Tango, stomp, clap Somebody shot the dress designer. Violence in the night Gasoline on the floor Swift step matchstick heels She adores the White Light Like coconut cream Musicians bathe with the moon Sleep with its beams Play until the world Seems to burst at the seams Set fire to the rivers Inhale the steam Descend with the fifths Never rest on a trill Cut the drums, spotlight Let her transpose the thrill
My adopted metaphor "Transpose Thrill"
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
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