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The Dancing Conscience
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Press your face against the glass.
Let me gaze in at what wonders you could've had.
For your punctured paper conscience
is folded like a secret.
It's strung upon a spinning thread in the center of your chest.
When the tempting winds stir, it pirouettes yet never falls.
And when the frosty fires fold its twisted edges,
stronger it blooms, like a flower in spring.
When the waves of discomfort skim its fragile toes
It makes way... So it can dance.
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Sometimes I wish my conscience was a sharply dressed cricket...
And many thanks to ~waveystar for the lovely image~!!
Poem © Sadee Esquivel
And many thanks to ~waveystar for the lovely image~!!
Poem © Sadee Esquivel
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Wow. Just....wow.
Good wow, not bad wow.
Good wow, not bad wow.