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Lightning flashes in eyes of storm brown turn to hazel when *taboo art forms* Brushing across blushing dares a flightier dance to the peacock chorus line (...two in the hand?) I'mpure, painted fancies can fly blue to cyan Watch them flash now as they catch      in the         light                 s                         l                               o                            w                      grace             ful              move         ments when she             dances             alone           .              behind                   her               fans        of soft feathers   .                   She                          dances               alone
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:09 AM UTC
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Lightning flashes in eyes of storm brown turn to hazel when *taboo art forms* Brushing across blushing dares a flightier dance to the peacock chorus line (...two in the hand?) I'mpure, painted fancies can fly blue to cyan Watch them flash now as they catch      in the         light                 s                         l                               o                            w                      grace             ful              move         ments when she             dances             alone           .              behind                   her               fans        of soft feathers   .                   She                          dances               alone
Hinder (Lips of an Angel) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RiSfTyrvJlg -
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:09 AM UTC
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