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Dancer
I envy your power,
To run across a wide open field
The grass wisping, against your legs
Breathing in such faithful air,
Your hooves pounding against
The hard ground,
Your heart beating at the same rate
I want to be you Dancer
When you do this you have
No care in the world
When the wind is blowing through you
Wispy hair and your eyes
Filling with wet
You feel a mysterious feeling
You want the answer to but at the same time
You don’t.
Sometimes you want to feel the mystery.





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