She had always thought
I had always thought her a dancer
the way she worked her body
effortlessly and free
and I had always thought the tune she heard
was erratic and without a beat
wild and reckless
and I had always thought she was the lucky one
sauntering in her unruly circles
envious and desire
and I had always thought I knew her
she grinned and bore teeth
euphoric and eccentric
And I had always thought that I had seen the world be still
till she stopped dancing and let the song fall from her lips
And she had always thought she was worthless
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