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Dec 2015
I'm only holy
when she's tired of being lonely
I can see it in her eyes
when she smiles away her life
I can feel it in the air
in between her I don't cares
Take a chance - break a leg -
pick a rose - let it die
Tap dance on the hard wood floors
I'll be waiting by the knots
feeling myself like I've never been felt
just to see if you notice
my goodbye
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what a waste
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