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The First Dance
when there is no more violence

I will kiss the mirror everyday

and whisper secrets to my garden

I will walk through thick forests at night

and close my eyes against street lights

I will sleep outside on the baking earth

and no longer wish for death

I will eat rich chocolate brownies

and still have time to dance

my moves wont be conformed

and i'll dance wildly in parking lots

I will laugh at the past

and cuddle with strangers

and declare myself outloud

and speak up untill

the whole world can hear me


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