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latin today. a memory tomorrow.
Twirl around in an entangled count, existing to the beat with a concentrated smile, oh what wonderous clouds, of pure emotion floating around, neon as they paint the dance floor, freedom is what they dance for, breathing is what they can't afford, so being on this very dance floor seems to be the reason they can't explore, with out being so passionate, so relaxed but yet, so together like a fashioned fit, so romantic like an old fashioned kiss,to the point where innocence ceased to exist.

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