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Jul 2014
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there's no more words to be said
there's no more actions to be done

your words slowly dance through my hands
with their favorite dance shoes
also known as their blade

I wish I could give up
I wish I could give you up

like they would say in France
"fais moi flotter comme une plume"
I know you don't understand french
that's what I like about it
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