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what is this tip toe dance I’m doing
around a purple room without me moving a limb? this pursing of lips and imaginary fingers catching their kiss at the other end and this song? I know this song the sounds climbing my frame up and down, up and down from pianissimo to forte to pianissimo why sing it now, in my dressing gown smiling in front of a mirror like a dumb man staring at his feet in a summer puddle a child is blowing soap bubbles through a straw in my head and while my hat is still on and no one can see a thing I'm going to corner him I'm going to catch him I'm going to grab him by the hand and ask him: what is this? what is this? https://soundcloud.com/corina-gina-papouis/hmmm
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