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Step high into your shoes remember 1997
religion is in the wind and the climb of dark
you swoop around me like fabric and rage
we dance in weave with each other my eyes are
closed and see
how you want and how i want and how neither of us
shall never get what we need
i am loose shouldered and my hair is indigo in
the winter time where people close their doors and
you hammer me open against cold grass
lattice clocks pressing their time
henna tattoos, a marriage of dark and light
the sight of you in circled moon glow
our motion and our resurgence
the way young bodies climb and fall against
the future
bare feet on splintering wood you say
look how your shape echoes against that glass
and you take a photo in your mind as I hear
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hello Daisy! Yeah, Candice is simply amazing
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