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The DancerSoftness upon her lips
velveteen hips, run forth and springing
leaping in dancing and prancing.
Things of physical, are things of nothing.
The way she told me, inner-most thoughts
Sent waves through my mind as
world dimmed, and she left me behind.
Years passed, and I heard her voice down the
line.
Petals soft, in tone and warmth.
I shoulda known, when I grew attached.
I held it too tightly, and drew back from the
scratch.
She shimmers in the corner, without saying a
thing, she calls with screaming urgency.
I just can't stay away.
Bloody scars, open raw.
Something about the way she really never
cares, 'though she makes you think she does.
I can never really get it, i never really see
it coming until the rose bites against my
heart.
April 11th, 2002
