Composed 9/16/13
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As a dancer
It’s not strange to hold hands
Or get whisked around in another’s arms
But when was the last time
I really felt skin or
Noticed the vibrant blue veins
That flex with the pressure of your grip?
Have I ever really looked
Into your eyes?
Have I ever been awake
In your presence?
How could I have slept
Under the pressure of your gaze
Purple, piercing,
Into my mind?
But now I dance in green rain
Cold and breathing for the first time
Eyes open and fixed
As cords wrap around our fingers
And take root in our souls
As my spine straightens
And I choke on blue
I could fall for anyone
Maybe even you
Scraps of Paper 
Lovely work.x
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Thank you! It means a lot :)
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I especially love the last two lines, but all of it is amazing :-)
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Thank you so much! I appreciate the feedback :)
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