As soon as I hear African music I’m on my feet. It’s automatic. It’s a must, I have to dance
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I ask only
to be thrown
into the sun.
Wendy Rose, from Bone Dance: New & Selected Poems; “Lab Genesis,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
As soon as I hear African music I’m on my feet. It’s automatic. It’s a must, I have to dance
I ask only
to be thrown
into the sun.