A Breeze of Rythem
By dylan_roberts
Tue, 28 Sep 2004
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I utter sweet sounds to you as you swagger through my doorway.
Unaware of my surroundings.
I sweep your hair with my wrist and watch your eyes drown.
I speak no more and only move.
Grace and speed and agile lessons.
I have seen this power before through Different eyes.
I have spoken these words before Through different mouths.
And now you see through me.
To a little box and say
"My dreams never told me this!!!"
Its different everyday.
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