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I love the way she moves

I love the way she moves

I love the way she moves

I love the way she moves

I love the way she moves

You left me a line

Just a little mark

Half a word

Cut right through the dark

I keep reading it slow

Like it might turn new

One tiny slash

And it still feels like you

Now it hangs in the air

Between yes and no

I can’t let it fade

I can’t let it go

Just a cut line

Still got your name

Just a cut line

Burns like a flame

I trace that cut line

Over and over again

If that’s all you gave me

I’ll keep it till the end

It sits in my phone

At the top of the thread

Like a door half-open

Like words left unsaid

I could delete it now

But I don’t want to

Some small sharp thing

That still cuts me through

Now it hangs in the air

Between yes and no

I can’t let it fade

I can’t let it go

Just a cut line

Still got your name

Just a cut line

Burns like a flame

I trace that cut line

Over and over again

If that’s all you gave me

I’ll keep it till the end

One slash

One spark

One little break

That split the dark

One breath

One ache

And I’m back at the start

Holding that shape

Just a cut line

Still got your name

Just a cut line

Burns like a flame

I trace that cut line

Over and over again

If that’s all you gave me

I’ll keep it till the end