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Michael Wolf |
Lauren Davison |
Jeff Simpson |
James Nizam |
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Letting the feeling of feeling show outside
Rushing into moments made over swings
Lean back, hold tight, closed eyes
Leg patterns ask air to lift me higher
Blood filled hands throb
I promise I can grow tall
Tinkering chain links
Twirling fading flowers
Street hand dancing to speckled street light
Cans and the forgotten
There to witness me
I like this lingering that slowly lets out
Only pieces of a full dance
I thought I was scared to be
But I think it's the tension that fuels me
I am falling into place
Water me
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