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Slowly she moves
like a twist of ribbon
step
i cannot look away
as she moves her hands
in heartbreaking patterns
honestly fascinated
still
at her motion
through air that seems charged
with her discarded scent
and a mote of golden hair
falls almost as deeply as me.
i feel adolescent
in a wordless way
inescapable
i am content to see her


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