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slowly like a strobe light i twirl in sun honeyed air thick with strawberry sweetness. the words are what its all about flickering flashing fragments of this poetic motion. under my lowered eyelids i wish i had a pen that could write this down exactly as I feel it. words cannot express the swaying of my limbs and the delicate way the wind strokes back my hair, even if I pretend that words are everything to me. |
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