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Jul 2010
as if the years have been heavy.
Compacted by overburden
that squat form struggles
to catch up with it's
viciously energetic soul.

Through my love I can see
those hips that rocked me
swaying,
dancing,
free.

True beauty.
Written by
Hannah Hayes
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