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And you see it flowing with energy like it was wind to your windmills? yes that's my skin If only you saw the soul and its audacity You tell me at the back it gets red with a little brush of your hand wish you saw the chalk your fingers were slating on with And well those glitters are just pollen on a mistakenly fragrant flower The moles you inspect are testimony to the sentences i complete for you with full stops Don't look at it thumping and pounding so surprised just a shore lurking as the tides touch and go come and go If nothing maybe stop taming my hair like the moon does to the tides because they bounce in velocities i can't control I can already sense my defenses on high alert Touch me not! My walls reproduce bricks you can't wreck Sit besides and talk me out maybe even sometimes once in a while testifying and justifying all those words floating Give them some gravity some roots to