Baby ballet legs
moving her up and over away
dazed to gaze her gestures plays
eyes to the ground and not a sound
as if to say
"if we talk, not today, not today."
(...)
Would you come sing sweet with me?
So that all our distances finally meet.
Would your toes explode if they tapped with mine?
Would the differences break us down
or for a while make us more than our little parts.
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