The Dance
Tumbling, tangled, entwind,
their bodies fall softly into unmarked sand.
Finding herself in their rhythm,
rhythm that had always been inside her.
Rhythm that kept time with their impatient breathing
and their breaking hearts.
their bodies fall softly into unmarked sand.
Finding herself in their rhythm,
rhythm that had always been inside her.
Rhythm that kept time with their impatient breathing
and their breaking hearts.
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