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Jul 2017
Melodies flutter from her throat
as her mouth moves in slow motion
Her gaze never breaks,
she's singing directly to me
I start to mouth words I don't know
Hypnotized by pictures in my head
My god, I swear I'm dead
Melinda Éva
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