Steps You Never Missed
Let the Spanish Inquisition fall upon your hips, and your feet move like gunshots in the night. Let your breath escape as laughter while your whirlwind waist twists and twirls. You're so fucking free, and it shows in the way that you don't ever miss a step. I've heard music, but this was the first time I saw what her face looked like.
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"Tell me about yourself" I'm still finding that out still wondering doubting and dreaming like a typhoon of emotions and being creating new life within me. I am not yet born.
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