n-poledancer's Diaryland
Diary
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old yellow
There you were, still are I move you stay My fear of failing to capture the feelings and thoughts do not even phase you You are accustomed to your one good side being reflected You must be at peace with your shadow And yet you have been here for me All my life I remember you at 5 I remember you at 12 I remember you at 23 and leaving I found you again in another country In another time zone In another culture And from a different angle But there you were Tipped to the side like a lemon wedge In a cocktail Or straight up like a flavorless nordic schnapps All white All orange Any color when the veils glide over you You have been there through the losses Fractured bones, muscles tendons and impossible feelings There you are. Every night. Controlling my cycles, Dictating the most subtle of my moods. The most faithful. The most whole
11:52 p.m. - 2017-04-10
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