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Stick And Move

Stick and move

Find your groove

You have nothing to lose

Keep it going

Keep flowing

Don’t stop moving

Don’t stop growing

Dance alone

Sit on a throne

Make a home

Make her moan

Get up

Again and again and again

Until the very end

But even then

Keep going

Your limits are set by you

They are what you choose

So stick and move

Slip and rip

Run that race

Turn into a chase

Make your place

In this chaotic earth

Let your birth give birth

To more life


Stick and move

You have nothing to lose


-C.H.


 
 
 

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