Can't help the part of me that loves the dance, that subtle indecision, the tipping and succumbing to the rhythm, the bloody sweet drama, who loves you? Who hide within you, within this cul-de-sac? Who's going to come for you, blustery, losing the ability to speak...who will find you on this night? I find you in pretty gowns, but appreciate them, I do not, for I am unspoken, I am losing myself in the clouds...a simple and forgotten fairy tale.
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