this

movement within me.

i don' know where it comes from
stems from
arises from
but i know it needs to be set free

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"Scraps and curls of the laughter followed us as we ran. Our breath gave out at the same time our legs did. After we rested against a tree, our heads on crossed forearms, I said, "Let's go home."

-Toni Morrison, Bluest Eye