the moonlit garden
cupping a handful of stars
sitting on the lounge
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the moonlit garden
cupping a handful of stars
sitting on the lounge
The point of your toes.
You dance around the coffee table to a guilty pleasure.
Wild, sweeping, undulated 80’s dance moves take you back in time.
Unaware that the blind is up, you look across to see a passerby give you the Lummox Look.
Unperturbed, you continue dancing naked.