Happy Birthday Michael Jackson! My Short Dance Pay Tribute Video
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Michael, I love your exquisite heart, your like a rare gem. I love your faith and love of God, I love your humility, sweetness, kindness, generosity, compassion to all people and children.You're very handsome, cute and sexy so stop being insecure cuz I love you, just the way who you are, your heart and soul.
You're the Lord of the dance. Full of Passion,sexiness,anger, joy, fire raging within him. From your sexy facial expression to your infinite, infallible, magnificient, incomparable body movements is my drug. Every moonwalk you've made it tells us that life is full of mystery, Your gyrating hips, hip thrust, body rolls so Hot spicy and adorable at the same time. Your spins it tell us life is infinite full of ups and down. All your kicks to kick all the negativities in life. Every move, every beat you made it's so Ecstatic its the beat of my heart and soul. Me as amateur dancer, I always imagine Michael were dancing together one of my dreams and this dream never fades cuz it's always in my heart. Thank you so much of your beautiful heart, kind soul, thank you for your inspiration, advice and LOVE. I love you so much. ππππππππππππ
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