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dance

me in my head all the time my body is awkward and my arms and legs don't work together. I can't believe at one point in my life I did ballet, tap and jazz. I'm so out of practice, just with moving, with expressing myself, with pulling thoughts out of the damp dingy inside of my head into the light and the fresh air to breathe

The sun too bright in the morning When I've been up all night The sharp white knife of you missing I can't sleep enough

tinge

Just the edges colored or touched by red or cold Writing is awkward and I feel a big lump when I do it. I try to write around it or write through it Maybe bile in my throat as I try to push through my own self judgments A little bit of

inclusive or isolating?

windy

people used to say they hated the wind. i said i loved it. the way it pulls back your hair and touches your face like it's cleansing you from everything dirty and awkward like it's emptying you of everything you've been like it's setting you free

tutor

tutor... more like TOOTER AMIRITE GOTEEM

i hadn't hit it off with someone since the 5th grade why is it, i wonder, that i always get along better with people i can flirt with

everything is gliding past nothing is sticking anymore no footholds gripped it's all noise

piano

the sonorous sound i thought about moving my fingers across the keys i wondered if i'd remember. there was nobody quite so disappointed in me as my piano teacher.

just how much of your foundation do you lose when you realize that the feelings you've been following... for Years... are nothing more than cotton candy... melting from existence when you finally square up to Reality.

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“me in my head all the time my body is awkward and my arms and legs don't work together. I can't believe at one point in my life I did ballet, tap and jazz. I'm so out of practice, just with moving,…”

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