I thought they were her hips.
"I don't dance." She said,
"Come dance with me." Her eyes
were wicked smooth and like
an alligator, she snuffed my cigarette
shoeless. Room after room,
chained, she
uncuffed me then shot me
out of a cannon.
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| She looked at me with an ellipsis. I thought they were her hips. "I don't dance." She said, "Come dance with me." Her eyes were wicked smooth and like an alligator, she snuffed my cigarette shoeless. Room after room, chained, she uncuffed me then shot me out of a cannon. |
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