Not In The World
Let’s-make-friends sort of girl
To strike up a conversation I said
Hello where do you come from
Then at a total loss for words
I had my panic
You had your sandwich
But little by little we found ourselves
On speaking terms
My words coming in bits and pieces
Your talk knowing no recesses
I smiled weakly
You asked meekly
To move to the beat of our hearts
As soon as we got the hang
We worked up a sweat dancing
Our one body panting
We knew the mystic touch
Before we knew each other’s names...
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