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Orchid Dancer
I danced.
I danced for hours, and the wind beneath my feet
was unbearable. It was impossible.
I danced.
I watched the world spin for hours. Perfect little sphere twisting and turning for a small eternity.
All that is not eternal is useless.
I saw you smile tonight. Something small and discrete. Delicate. You're such a flower. Iris, Isis, Orchid. You didn't know I saw, but I did.
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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