And when I dance
I am free
Movements of my body
Touch my soul
And I feel the rhythm
Course through my veins
My heart pumping
And it seeps through to my smile
And it is powerful enough
To rule the world.
[M.P]
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Words of a Narcissistic Bitch
Poetry'After all, that's all stories are, my darling; stolen words and ideas.' Poems 'n' shit.
