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Can you hear me screaming?
Don't leave me!
Hold me close, hold me tight.
So the words hidden under my skin,
Touching each other,
Make noise.
Mild and delicate.
Because the rthym of our heartbeats and
Of our breaths,
The stamp of our voices,
Will make the stars sing.
You'll tell me where you've been.
I'll tell you where I want to be.

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