Bella Luca Biography

She runs the rhymes; runs them smooth
From the crest of her fingertips
She lets them slip; slip without a thought
Onto a page she’ll eventually rip
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You've had enough of autumns bleeding
you're more than ready for winters breathing
but remember to remember
that every crunch beneath your shoe
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Do you know we lock our hearts
tightly in our minds?
That they're the ones that pay the price
of all we leave behind
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J'ai voulu danser,
mais il a plu

et il a plu
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Turning pages; pigeon wings
Pencils scratch paper like halting trains
Pens click painfully: anxiously
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