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A dangerous mixture, that music and sunshine. Yellow rays pumping at my skin. Beats, guitars and jazzy horns pumping into my head. My body and mind so full, I believe I can take on the world. Reckless. Unafraid to dance in the open blue sky. I don't care.... about anything that usually scares me. Can't keep still. Can't not smile. Teeth and skin baring and if you saw me, you'd think, "She's on fire." I'd make you warm. It's in my stomach. It's bubblin over. Indestructible. Unbreakable. Built from the ground up-- walking on spring and song. My feet hitting the pavement in the same rhythm of that voice that sings, that voice in me, matching the earth's steady pattern as I beat on.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
WALKING ON SPRING AND SONG
A dangerous mixture, that music and sunshine. Yellow rays pumping at my skin. Beats, guitars and jazzy horns pumping into my head. My body and mind so full, I believe I can take on the world. Reckless. Unafraid to dance in the open blue sky. I don't care.... about anything that usually scares me. Can't keep still. Can't not smile. Teeth and skin baring and if you saw me, you'd think, "She's on fire." I'd make you warm. It's in my stomach. It's bubblin over. Indestructible. Unbreakable. Built from the ground up-- walking on spring and song. My feet hitting the pavement in the same rhythm of that voice that sings, that voice in me, matching the earth's steady pattern as I beat on.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
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