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Jun 2015
Fire
and I'm standing at the
barre
my feet pressed in
to hard wood
floors sprung up
beneath the dance

Fire and you're
here inside
my mind; I
count the time
and plie,
grand plie
my arm, a wing, it
takes me down

Fire and
I love you.
Fire and I
desperately
hopelessly love
you

and down,
and down I go.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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