Poetry

Falling in Love with Yourself.

Dancing

To the rhythm

Of her heart

Beating in

Her ears

She fell in love

Again.

With herself.

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Poetry

BLACK.

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BLACK, THICK AND OPAQUE.

Through the looking-glass, they saw darkness.
All they saw was black, thick and opaque.
Her eyes were a different story.
What she saw was the beauty that is dark.
What she saw was her imagination running wild.
What she saw were the possibilities. Bright and new.
And, all she felt was a comfort that was bone deep.
She felt the ring of familiarity.
She knew the darkness.
It embraced her from the inside out.
It was a part of her.
It was her.

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