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I am the WriterI am the writer.With word as my artI draw picturesacross white paper.Smooth sentencesflow like waterfrom my fingertipsacross the keyboardonto a blank screen.I am the writer.With my wordsnations are foundedor crumble.I am the writer!The great mageswait my commandand all their magicis mine to use.It is my decisionwho will live and die,the world waitsholding their breath!I am the writer!And then I wake upand I'm nobody again.
DancingDancing by myselfwearing my favorite jeans and an itty bitty shirtand jasmine perfumewith the music so loudsinging alongwatching myself reflected in the windowand my shadow on the floorbecause there's nobody else aroundand it feels good to be me.But then you're hereand our bodies once as sure as twining snakesare strangersfull of elbows and kneesawkward anglesand blind mistakesmy rhythm is gonethe music lost in meaningless noise.Your eyes find mineand your hands guide my hipsinto a new rhythmgentler than the firstguide me to a music quieterthat only we can hearand we are nothing but two vinesgrowing on the same treeindistinguishable from each other.Then you're gone and by myself againWearing dirty jeans and your green sweatshirtthat still smells like youThe music pounding out of the speakers so loudthe floor shiverswhere my foot counts the beatbiding my timeuntil we can dance together again.