Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

laced up

thoughts dance in
my mind, but
when you sneak
a glance, all you
seem to find are
two left feet, failing
to keep time and pace,
but in my eyes, i’m
writing poetry into my
movements and stringing
them up with lace

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: caper

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