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poem: dancer

Updated: Dec 2, 2019

by JENNA SERVIZZI - May 8, 2019

i longed to touch her, hold her close

i longed to know her, make sure she even existed

i longed to reach for her as she danced,

shining like a star against the midnight sky,

to pull her in and dance as one-

but she danced just beyond my fingertips,

for she was blindingly pure

and all that was good in the world

and i,

i was dark and cold and harsh,

forever forced to watch

unable to touch

the light that lingered

just a breath away

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