to mask the sent of no words
to hide the plays of claps of the face
to pill the clay of steep emotions
to gather the clocks of excuses
makes the pride of wind chimes close
mindless thought of dresses and shirts
stockings and make up
the night of passion
prayer of love and light
music for the heart and body
one two more to follow
break no more
stand up and walk away
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