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May 2016
You have been standing there for a while now,
where I took a stick and drew a line,
You have made camp,
Where we said it's a paper door,
Are you out or in?
I have the key to my house of cards beside the rocks,
Angry winds shall soon be upon us
You look like you want it tumbling down with you and me inside,
But your feet betray you

Dawn came and they are now setting up
bonfires,
are you going to move away from the red marking?
It has rained and now my hair are being dried by the cold breeze,
Are we really in this?
The dance will start presently,
Then tales and songs of whence we come from,
I want you to hold my hand and run free to where the drums are played
Are you out or in?

I cant wait for long, sir,
You are at the exit and I don't know if you're going out or coming in,
The beach calls, you see,
Summer has a lovely voice,
You look like you want the night to crawl down on us with your arms around me,
But your feet betray you.
Are you out or in?
Ben At93
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Ben At93  Dar es salaam
(Dar es salaam)   
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