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late to the dance floor

Advertisements (Sometimes you should dance the first time you are asked. Later is too late most of the time.) when they want to they do like a swarm best not to stand in the way of mobbing manifestations of destiny … Continue reading

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Advertisements standing in the storm rust the soul stand too long you crumble from within the ocean leaking from your middle saltwater eating at the outside I was born  standing in the storm long drops falling without end pregnant with … Continue reading

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Advertisements I asked them what color were they feeling learned that yellow could hold your excitement could sing your joy could be the same as sea foam sprinkled with glitter came to understand that a lot of purple is in … Continue reading