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Crown
I'm a crown.
He said:
Jumping up and down.
He held his french fries
like the finest peacock
Feather quills.
With the red and messy ink,
Smudged against his nose.
I'm a big, ugly bear!
He growled:
With the biggest smile.
You're a good Weesh.
He informed me.
While we sat barefoot,
On those plastic seats.
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To Dance.
And then, the hand. One: lightly on his shoulder. Afraid of clasping too tightly.The second: in his hand, not laced, but still less lightly.It seems impossible to be entirely light when the discussion is heavy and the faces long, drawn.
One, two.
One, two.
they sway with the rhythm they've acquired over the years. The practice. The ballroom dancing that seemed to be more. Good, but never quite good enough to win the competitions. And there had been competition.
One, two.
One, two.
Exact, perfect, driven.Those were the judges words.Not together, rhythmically, yes. But they were supposed to look "in love" as it was said.
One, two.
One,
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