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we donned our aprons I scraped back my hair you tightened the drawstrings we stood together, to stare the glossy oak block of what could be and you and I, with our chisels an aim to complete at first we did trace, hand holding hand pencil strokes start small, then sweeping and you took my waist to steady my stand and we shared our first scratch, both weeping after this first mark had struck the smooth wood can this be? we thought we knew, it could and we stood apart and looked and readied our stance lips smiling, hearts reaching and we flew into dance scribbled did the wood become its grain chiselled beyond belief not yet finished, much more to come and with each stroke we felt relief this ballet shall continue your body on my frame your mind sharing mine the other's heart we both claim our masterpiece gets drawn slowly across the years but it feels fast, like seconds and we hammer without fears we slip into one from the dance you the concrete, I the brace our aim for artwork has set a trance but I break to see your face let's not whirlwind through our masterpiece lets take this time to contemplate the whirlwind may take time to come again but with you I will wait
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
Whirlwind of A Masterpiece
we donned our aprons I scraped back my hair you tightened the drawstrings we stood together, to stare the glossy oak block of what could be and you and I, with our chisels an aim to complete at first we did trace, hand holding hand pencil strokes start small, then sweeping and you took my waist to steady my stand and we shared our first scratch, both weeping after this first mark had struck the smooth wood can this be? we thought we knew, it could and we stood apart and looked and readied our stance lips smiling, hearts reaching and we flew into dance scribbled did the wood become its grain chiselled beyond belief not yet finished, much more to come and with each stroke we felt relief this ballet shall continue your body on my frame your mind sharing mine the other's heart we both claim our masterpiece gets drawn slowly across the years but it feels fast, like seconds and we hammer without fears we slip into one from the dance you the concrete, I the brace our aim for artwork has set a trance but I break to see your face let's not whirlwind through our masterpiece lets take this time to contemplate the whirlwind may take time to come again but with you I will wait
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anniec
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
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