I just sort of fling about.
Toss things in funny directions.
Spit up on myself and trip.
One second I’m freezing cold and the next I’m in Africa.
In my head it’s all one big twirl.
And not the good kind with a clear start and an impending finish.
But rather, the kind where the dancer just keeps dancing.
Just keeps spinning..
And the crowd, rumbling, starts to applaud..
Cause she still hasn’t stopped…….
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