lights dancing through the atmosphere spelling out emotions and adrenaline expression you cannot voice and your body tells you to move so you dance. 86,400 seconds in a day awknowledge every last sensation you are granted that the paraplegic will never touch. Our fingers tell us what we want to hear while our eyes dance in extacy convincing our hearts of what we want to say. TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. Close your eyes and feel the keys as though youre dancing and no one is watching, I am going to give all my secrets away. You wear them around like it ain't shit. I'm not a statistic nor a one sided story, listen to what it is I'm not saying- there's gold.
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