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Post by Pandora on Feb 10, 2015 18:38:48 GMT -6
Her anger had passed , it had been a shitty thing to do, but she felt like the words needed saying, no matter how nonsensical they were to the people haring them, as it stood right now she was sat listening to the rhythms of the bumps, blue eyes scanning over the people as they train the way they moved, they way they were.
She watched a show, and saw a dance , she sipped coffee even as earphones blasted a dull beat that reverberated in her chest.
She wrote notes on the paper, tip tapping a composition and she started to understand.
She understood a little more each day, and it made her want to step between ropes and ..dance.
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