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Loves
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ballerina in a music box
anxiety goes tick-tick-tick
in the monochrome metronome of clockwork clicking
yet the key keeps turning, turning, turning,
'till creaking cogs are fit to crack
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The person
I hope someday I find the person
Who says things and it just feels right
Holds me close in the dark whispers I love sending shivers up my spine
The person who knows me like a best friend loves me like well a lover
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Ancestry (Dedicated to my grandparents)
To the ones that came before me,
ancestry, a family tree,
from you to my father, to my mother.
A lifetime of memories
makes a choir.
Though you may have the solo,
there is also a duet,
a trio,