- AnastasiyaVasylyeva
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This town is colder now, I
think it's sick of us. It's time to make our move ; I'm shaking off the rust _ I've got my heart
SET - ON ANYWHERE BUT HERE, I'M STARING DOWN MYSELF COUNTING UP THE YEARS
steady hands ; just take the wheel .. & every glance is killing me, time to make one last
appeal / for the life I lead - stop and stare. I think I'm moving but I go nowhere ..
think it's sick of us. It's time to make our move ; I'm shaking off the rust _ I've got my heart
SET - ON ANYWHERE BUT HERE, I'M STARING DOWN MYSELF COUNTING UP THE YEARS
steady hands ; just take the wheel .. & every glance is killing me, time to make one last
appeal / for the life I lead - stop and stare. I think I'm moving but I go nowhere ..
as i stride out in the open
with great pride
i catch my pose
and hold for the count of five
i throw my arms behinde me
and fill my lungs and take the plunge
my legs emerge with rythmic strokes
into the air like metal spokes
they drop to the left
and swing to the right
after two counts of eight they sumerge
and prepare to thrust my body high in the air
my arms rotate to the count of one