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She runs just for the feeling

Of breeze through her hair

For the feeling of her lungs

Expanding with air.

 

She sees you check your watch

You prisoner of time

While you Fret over digits

She traipses deep through dirt and grime.

 

She dances just to feel the force

Of space between form

It connects her to her essence

And takes her farther from the norm.

 

She laughs when you say ‘imperfections’

And asks ‘according to who?’

To her they are strengths and stories;

A testament to what is true.

 

She is bliss and she is tears

She is soul in blood and bone

Wherever she finds herself

Is the place that she calls home.

 

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