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Traditions Made Personal

He danced with feathers in his hair

Berry juices marked his taunt youthful skin

Forward, backwards, side to side

He spun to an unheard beat

His breathing controlled

His heart pounding in a steady rhythm

Eyes black like the descending night sky

Flames that leapt higher with every step

His voiced rose with raw boyish passion

He danced with feathers in his hair

Berry juices marked his taunt youthful skin





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