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Restless,
The tips of my fingers, my toes tingle
With the urge to move, to
dance
So that all that I can’t seem to say
Somehow gets said
With the line of my leg
Or a roll of my hips
But I’m scared that I’ll just make what I’m feeling
Seem less then what it is.
hope
fear
joy
anger
determination
love
Restless
