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On my toes, Hand on the barre Your hand has my waist I find comfort in your embrace I lift my toes to rest in the crease of my knee you can let go Is what everyone tells me I take my hand off the barre I trust you To hold me upright  Or at least catch me I fall on already bruised knees.
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
Our conversation? On pointe.
On my toes, Hand on the barre Your hand has my waist I find comfort in your embrace I lift my toes to rest in the crease of my knee you can let go Is what everyone tells me I take my hand off the barre I trust you To hold me upright  Or at least catch me I fall on already bruised knees.
It takes a great deal of trust, trusting someone with the safety of your body, perhaps even more, with the safety of your mind.
#mind#metaphor#ballet#graceful#love#life#friends#trust#broken#sad
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miriam-harrington
21/Androgynous
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
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