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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
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Drawing me forward, you retreat into the basic normality.
One twist. A stray hand. I'm unable to stop, as I slam into your chest.
A smile that flickers across my face is never wasted on you.
Your gentle hand grips mine - metaphorically,
And you push me against the boundaries of our circle.
You step towards me, and I step behind.
Our feet and fingers laced between each step, as we dance into a armlock.
Your mouth is tight shut in the deafening silence while I ignore your struggle.
I twirl from your grasp for a moment, and then I'm received once more.
But I bid my time between dips and turns till when the music stops and I am free to run,
Fleeing from your affection that holds me hostage.
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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
5:07 PM, Friday, May 09, 2008
You step towards me, and I step behind.Drawing me forward, you retreat into the basic normality.
One twist. A stray hand. I'm unable to stop, as I slam into your chest.
A smile that flickers across my face is never wasted on you.
Your gentle hand grips mine - metaphorically,
And you push me against the boundaries of our circle.
You step towards me, and I step behind.
Our feet and fingers laced between each step, as we dance into a armlock.
Your mouth is tight shut in the deafening silence while I ignore your struggle.
I twirl from your grasp for a moment, and then I'm received once more.
But I bid my time between dips and turns till when the music stops and I am free to run,
Fleeing from your affection that holds me hostage.
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