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Movements Movements in the softest places Challenge my muscle to grin When it beats upon my skin to be Loosed upon you And then, trapped, Resounds in harmonics To collapse my face and spiral my eyes Gripping the moment like two fingers So it slips past me on the sidewalk In whispers |
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