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Jun 2013
Let me pour my heart out to you
But you aren't allowed
To listen
Because my heart
Doesn't speak with
Sound
If you want to know me
Watch me
Notice every deliberate angle
Listen to my quivering limbs
Let my fingers tell you my wishes
My toes will tell you my fears
The bend in my spine will tell you
My weaknesses
The hesitation in my core will tell you
My passions
The truth is ingrained
In the pull of my muscles
Across fragile bone
Do not listen to the words I speak
Just hear my breath
Take notes from my body
Let me show you
The story of my
Life
this is why I dance. my words do not do my life justice.
Mattea Marie
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Mattea Marie
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