A Dancer

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My eyes close, I breathe,

I know that Ia��m beginning.

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I forget my days

The agony intense

The joy overpowering

Everything else seems ephemeral.

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All I have is me,

You made me a poet,

I speak fluently

My articulation impeccable

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Honest, true,

I design my limbs

They carry a story

Intense

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I dona��t speak anymore

They speak themselves

You made me a poet

– Rukmini Vijayakumar

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