Tiny Dancers


United States
44° 53' 53.7936" N, 92° 53' 15.5184" W

I love to dance.
Smooth, languid, ignoring the lines and boundaries.
I can dance my way into your heart with one flick of my finger, my tiny dancers.
And make you despise me with one more.
My heart beat is like the beat of a drum, or a heavy bass.
And even if my feet don't move, I still dance. With words that cut, or words that glide.
Words that poke, and words that slide.
I may be uncoordinated. But, I am unstoppable.
When I dance.


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