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With body language.
He took my hand and asked me,
for another dance.
I'm emotional
When I think of those I've lost,
without a goodbye.
The dark brings nightmares.
But broad daylight is their muse,
where they get their start
The beauty in life,
Is not just one single thing.
It is a bouquet.
I used to have friends.
I was lucky to have them.
Until they knew that.
Down in my stomach,
where I feel most everything,
butterflies flutter.
They shared jealousy.
Cutting to their very core,
a double edged sword.
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