By shomi
I don’t tap my feet to music any more nor do I stomp and gyrate rock my head or flail my arms to mime destruction songs strum my heart rhythms beat my brain forget-me-not notes assault my dreams till I stifle myself to drown the screams. Written November 5th, 2001 © on Nov 04 2001 05:35 PM PST 20 • 0 • 10
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"I don’t tap my feet to music any more..."
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"I don’t tap my feet to music any more..." by shomi
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