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By Anonymous

   Sometimes at night I go into the streets and dance

my legs are dancing through the darkness

my arms are flying through the air

I am not graceful, not beautiful

simply joyful

my body twists and twirls

and my bare feet patter

the darkness conceals my madness

the stars are my audience

I am all alone now

with myself

and maybe a few angels from heaven

they're looking down,

to me

giggling

after all, I never claimed to be graceful

so I laugh with them

flying through the streets

and then with a burst of energy

I sprint and jump

laughing and out of breath

in love with myself





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