Tonight, I danced with scissors in my pocket like the wilting of a thousand roses. At the front row of a crowd full of people, with no one watching. I shook my hips and screamed at the man standing in front of the crowd.
I did the bum dance without joking about it and fantasized about an orgy.
And finally, after following her carefully tweezed eyebrows emit an enchanting stare, and her pouted lips point hither, I was led to question my own sexuality.
Or at least, if I was even there at all.
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