No whirlly twirlly spinning sensation of feet and hands.
No dizzy head smiling face upon falling down.
these soles are stable fixed nailed flat to a floor with no meaning.
what has become of my movement?
what has become of my expression?
stupid words on flat soulless empty space.
thoughts just jumbled garbled grainy and alone.
No whirlly twirlly spinning sensation of feet and hands.
No dizzy head smiling face upon falling down.
I don't dance anymore.
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