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Mar 2018
these cold white floors
are never enough
to mirror the purity of your heart
or to capture your hands' warmth

the intricacy weaved on your clothes
and patterns drawn by your feet
can never compare to
the dancing heart you wear on your sleeve

so don't look down
every time you fall
but hold on to their arms
and firm words and calls

to yourself, you're imperfect
to me, you're emboldened:
you don't need to win gold
when you're already golden
to hanyu yuzuru for defending his olympic title in the men's figure skating. and to wen junhui for dancing his heart out (and for enjoying himself while ice skating today). to both performers for never giving up.

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Lunar  24/seaside soul
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