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Dec 2012
there's a restlessness in the way you move your hands,
like a storm's brewing beneath your bones

                                and when I compare it to my still calmness.
    my serene disposition- we're lunatics for thinking that
                
             you and me.
       us and we.
  he and she.

could ever work out.

                                  but we do.
Karina
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Karina
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