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i lead the dance
and follow the song
as a woman
 
she becomes the fresh canvas
that i will paint the song upon
and what painter wouldn't love to be her own brush.
and so connected to her medium
eyes and limbs responding to my own likeness
in her own way
 
i lead the dance
and follow the song
as a woman
 
he becomes the fresh canvas
that i will throw myself upon
and what painter wouldn’t love to be her own colours
and so connected to her destination
eyes and limbs waiting for what i can do
in my own way
 
i lead the dance and refuse to follow the song as anything more than a woman
for on such a winding rhythm, the straight and narrow would never work
for i am flowing honey and a wrapping vine
on and over the major points of this kind of discourse.

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