Figure eights
On figure skates
Your blades leave lines
On the ice
Solid ground
But you slip off
It takes skill
To navigate my waters
Frozen between
My fears and my faith
My love and my hate
I don't know what I want
But here you dance,
Scraping the surface
Gliding like scissors
Cutting me deeper
Until i no longer shine
I am rough
Covered in lines
And shavings
I'm breaking
But you twirl
And you spin
And it's beautiful
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