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Dance
Sway to the winds
Hoover over the plains of unwritten avenues
Brush away all misconceptions
Death to ifs and maybes
Lay with me in this tornado gliding to the designated mark that is love
Dance with me
Join me in my pursuit of truth
My pursuit of us
Monday 4th April 2016 3:09 pm
Dance
Sway to the winds
Hoover over the plains of unwritten avenues
Brush away all misconceptions
Death to ifs and maybes
Lay with me in this tornado gliding to the designated mark that is love
Dance with me
Join me in my pursuit of you…of us
Wednesday 16th March 2016 7:50 pm
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