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with every dance I forget your face as I pique across the floor and turn and turn and turn and spin and try to lose the dizzy refuse to stumble to the barre. you always loved a ballerina. I forget your cold words as I pas de chat across the floor and I jump so high like my feet are burning like the floor is filled with burning coals the feeling I had the last time I saw you. Jump, you doe, hop away. get out of here. I forgot you until the waltz turn. until my arms went in and out and my feet pranced up and down. and I spun and I spun and spun and let the dizzy fly away as I refuse to stumble to the barre. I had never been a dancer until now.
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
I Had Never Been a Dancer Until now.
with every dance I forget your face as I pique across the floor and turn and turn and turn and spin and try to lose the dizzy refuse to stumble to the barre. you always loved a ballerina. I forget your cold words as I pas de chat across the floor and I jump so high like my feet are burning like the floor is filled with burning coals the feeling I had the last time I saw you. Jump, you doe, hop away. get out of here. I forgot you until the waltz turn. until my arms went in and out and my feet pranced up and down. and I spun and I spun and spun and let the dizzy fly away as I refuse to stumble to the barre. I had never been a dancer until now.
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sarah-or-something
F/American
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
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