Mind Dancing

I don’t know if it’s real,
or that I’m inane.
It is too good of a deal,
made by my brain.

Rub it in,
with a little spite.
Use all of my will,
a shot of your spite.

I feel you rubbing,
against my grind.
When I am dancing,
out of my mind.

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