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you look, and no meanings for me, we change colors of the sea and the texture of the animal skin, and you look at me, with your mouth close, saying the worst words. I open the door and my body to you, and you pick something on he floor. i want you, but the words are afraid to get out. |
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u are the ghost, that dances on my hand, so quiet and gentle, the one that moves like the wind, an young angel so pure. U are my dancer, my light in the dark. |
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