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About Me
Martina
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Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Concert in 50,100,000,701 parts
(inspired by the answer posted
here
)
My muscles don’t work in the
contract/quiet/contract way
stander bodies do.
Their music is more forced, off key…
Some dare call it odd.
But it’s my song…
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