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Rowan Elizabeth Dec 2018
the way she swayed and leaped
embodying the strokes of a paintbrush
dancing across the canvas
a solid blur of pink and white

every twirl was breathless
every pliƩ like silk

in that moment,
she existed as the most elegant force alive

every move commanded attention
she was grace

— The End —