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A Rough Dance

I pass through the dark places

My purpose lights my way

Freedoms earned at great cost

Hurt as much as heal

Such burdens are tests

I pass each day

I dance in the wild

Parts of my heart

A magician

Who works in words

A warrior who knows how to lift

His sword

You come close to me,

Nervous and trembling

I bid you lay down with me

Your beauty soothes

But does not distract me

From my path

Let my rough hands smooth over you

Healing one another

Dealing the bright, furious pain

That enlivens your beauty

i would possess you

Like a spirit

And exorcise myself

Deep inside you

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