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Ode to a Contemporary Improv Wearing My Black Dance Pants
Black threads interlaced.
Buttery seams–
The feel of dreams.
Baggy enough,
enough to be fitted.
Sprawled on the marley floor,
Each pulse of my heart
tugs a string of my soul,
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Loves
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I Will Love My Friends Until My Heart Goes Out
MY HEART IS ONLY ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY FIST. I HAVE WEAK ARMS, SO MY FISTS DON'T HIT VERY HARD. MY HEART IS DIFFERENT IN THIS REGARD.
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rain :: hope
it is Halloween morning
and pouring rain.
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