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Lay upon the crowded woolen room.
Faceup.
Back upon the floor, gazing into the ceiling mirror.
Dancing feet presume.
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first thought, are you in a hotel room? bored? I still like shadow puppets when I'm in that position, if the light is right. |
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What's a woolen room? And whose dancing feet would one be looking at, one's own? I'm so very confused. |
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Kinda reminds me of dancing on the ceiling. |
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is this about sex?, cause if it is I'm too tired to play. |
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This reads like one of those computer-generated poems. |
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Ohhhh, I think I get the idea: you lie on your back and move your feet in the air and look at the reflection in the ceiling mirror? |
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