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Oct 2012
Intangibles
Chasing, rushing, grasping on
Falling, running, can't keep up
Your lyric is my melody
My pulse, your heartbeat
Couldn't quite say it
but felt it in your hot gaze.
Written by
Lily Lacroix  New York
(New York)   
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   Belinda Nelson
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