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She walks as upon feathers,
Her stance of a bird; And I,
The unwitting weasel,
Never to be at her high-flying level.
...
Stalk me through this jungle,
Depressed, stressed and death-obsessed.
Lengthy vines clasp my
Neck. I can't breathe.
...
Of blood; of bones; of coursing roads and traffic
That runs through, holding our living tracks in its grasp.
I let you feast, for if you don't
It is likely you shall feast on yourself for
...
I don't want to be you anymore.
You, standing in the mirror, oh I see you:
You taunt me with your imperfections,
With your flaws and with your insecurities.
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She Walks Upon Feathers...
She walks as upon feathers,
Her stance of a bird; And I,
The unwitting weasel,
Never to be at her high-flying level.
Light on her feet, barely making a sound,
Whilst I, the herd of noise awakens her;
Bringing her gaze to the
Never silent grace of her admirer.
She glides as if upon ice;
Her poise as of a dance,
Whilst I, the clumsy fool,
Struggles to keep up a stance.
Her eyes of the diamond,
Glaze over the eager crowds;
And they search with a passion
For a man ever bowed.
And only then will they be satisfied,
With an unforgettable joy,
And only then will I realise that;
To her I am just a boy.
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