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Nov 2017
Finger tips along your cheek bone,
Candles light the room just like a cosmos.
But you can hear strangers dance as sounds echo from the next room.


But you still move, floating through. Your floating through, any moves. He makes his move. Now just move. Your waves are crashing through, with every move.
Bor ehgit
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Bor ehgit
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   Zero Nine
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