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My clothes are unclean,
My hair is messy,
My nails are uncut—you can see.
I know I was never an apple of your eye, never part of your tree.

But now my clothes are clean,
And I have learned to do some laundry.
My hair is *******, but sometimes, I let it be free.
You have started telling me I have become an apple of your eye,
And now a part of your tree.

All I wanted to say to you is—
Let me be. Let me be me...
Petals in the breeze,
swirling around trees,
cherry blossom dance.
:)
The heavenly stars are on fire
I’m told.
You have to take some things on faith.

But where’s the smoke?
.
.
Songs for this:
Man in finance (G6 Trust Fund) by ******* a couch, Billen Ted
Bored by Laufey
if it can be of some help
first you have to let go
and in letting go
though never seen
you have fulfilled
the possibility
take time out
to move around
try and find
what life's about
to move in faith
that of a child
the best of days
that you're allowed

take time out
to wow the crowd
there is still joy
to be found
all you need do
is to look around
change your mood
when in doubt

take time out
to hear the sounds
and the sights
that really count
with open eyes
and heart laid out
all this and more
when you take time out
Today was a good day,
but I missed you by my side.
Yesterday was a bad day,
and I longed for your hand in mine.

Now tomorrow is on its way too
I don’t know what it will be,
but I know I’ll be missing you.
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Your Beauty awakens my love
To Sing,
I may not in verse sing quite
As sweet as the nightingales
Yet to me your Exotic Beauty does
And does what it does
Is sweet music for our love
To caress and exquisitely see
duets of modest majesties

Reynaldo Casison
She walked up and asked,
Will you dance with me?

I looked all around just to see
Who it was.
There's no way,
it couldn't possibly be.

Could it? could it really be me?

And just like that,
Suddenly, 
We were dancing.

So close, surely we were floating, 
Because I couldn't feel my feet.

I couldn't hear the music, only the beat.

The pound, pound, pounding of my heart!

Her and me dancing,
Surely we were floating.

I looked down to see,
Instead I saw her,
looking up at me.

We were dancing! 

Yes, we were.

We were dancing.
Junior High School Dance,
Ladies choice, and she chose me!
First time I ever danced, I can feel it like it was yesterday.
Funny how memories work sometimes.
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