Yes yes I know
I've danced every dance you imagineYou are stepping now...
Somehow this ballet
Is becoming rather pointed.
Somehow rather disjointed.
Pass me to the affray of my skin settling
To your bones...
Then show me your identity number.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2009-02-05 at 05:13
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