What it was to dance naked

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24/9/16 About a freedom found then lost

There are hidden rooms

behind a secret door

in this once familiar house.

These walls,

known so well,

studied so closely,

built and tended with care

are now somehow foreign.

This intimate place

feels like it belongs to someone else,

my colours still paint the walls,

but there is a scent in the air,

unfamiliar, alien...

the feel has changed.

 

These hidden rooms,

so full of wonder,

so self as to be instantly recognisable,

now cut off,

now still attached,

now cut off...

Now that I know it;

this extension of my home

to which I am denied access...

I miss it so badly,

I long to DanceCryScreamLaughShout

...naked...

in its halls.

 

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