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el Jan 2019
we move in easy
rhythm
hands on waists, movements
timed and precise
singing in perfect melody
as we speak in perfect song
the two of us
together all along
our dance is lovely
content and hardly irked
one is not without the other,
the writer and her work
el Jan 2019
there is something fleeting
within her eyes
filled with fear as
something dies
grey as slate
and blue no more
peeping through
a stormy door

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