Son up to son down
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Movement
I danced alone in my brain
The reality was ugly
Playing songs
Moving alone
Surrounded by confusing men
And women who shouldn't be
Keepers of keys
And takers of time
Love and adoration
Bewilder
Inside my head I danced
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