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The Language of Gestures

The song opened its refrain and left for the sky
I was left alone,
I don’t even have left newly fluffed,
Yellow downy-“lala lalala”
I roll the air plasticine and plaster it
And mould (sculptor) the words,
You have not understood long before
And you won’t understand these
Concealed reasons
for dancing with your hands.
I am retaliating the iron mosquitoes
And I tear with my scared hands
The scrubby undergrowth of the air-
When before only one phrase of the song could hack( chop sth off)…

The song open its refrain and left for the sky
I am left alone.

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