Sometimes, I feel like these clothes belong to someone else. This culture belongs to someone else. This world isn't mine. I don't own a single brick or one inch of sidewalk in the neighborhood I live in.
Sometimes, I feel the only thing that is truly mine, is THAT FUNKY SOUND THAT FUELS MY FEET AND FEEDS MY SOUL.... and sometimes, I feel my only true happines comes from sharing that FUNKY gift with someone else.
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Every morning, every night, sometimes in the middle of the day... Escaping into dark, quiet corners to relieve myself Sometimes calmly, sometimes furiously... shamelessly Three times again today, is no surprise Laughing every time... seeing what I'd do to satisfy I want to take you up on all your offers... let you try Fulfill all the scintillating needs inside Heavenly wings and spitfire tongues taste like lullabies!
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