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Nov 2014
I and you are an orchestra,
  I use my whole body as my baton, you accompany
together my instrument, I a director,
  you my symphony, my harp my
harmony, my musician. My composition
  alone is arms waving in air, our collaboration
is entrance
   about to come into destiny count and circumstance,
twirls we do you on your melodies,
I
my baton.
wordvango
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