May 21, 06
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i just wanted to dance.
express feeling through movement,tell a story with my hands. paint a beautiful picture with the fluent roll of my hips. I saw myself,dancing there. Just like I used to. so free. now a prisoner of nature,joints too loose for mercy. belly too swollen to suit me. listening to a love affair play out through my speakers, feeling like a star crossed lover. feeling like this would last forever,never again able to demand all eyes on me. so scared of fading into the scenery. how my passion torments me. 
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May 31, 06
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Nicely done
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May 31, 06
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word. :)
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May 31, 06
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I dont like how i ended the poem,its too loose and pre pubescent.
Mind you I dont have the patience to go back and rework it into something magical,so if anyone would like to volunteer...im all eyes!
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