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A/N: My apologies to a couple films…you know who you are. Oh yeah, and to John de Lancie. This is really just a drabble.
Warning: May contain lyrical rhymes. This was written after reading 675. (Oh shit, I just rhymed there too.)
Disclaimer: Thanks fanfiction dot net. I don't own Naruto.
Genre: General.
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You might go scratching circles on a dance floor. She did that a time or two. Then after the exhilarating dalliance is over, your feet travel a curved line back to your seat and before you know it, you've gone full circle…and tailed off.
The colors inside the whirlwind never stop flashing in her head. Shades of funny, shades of nimble—shades of blue, and shades of red. Mostly though she liked the magenta colors. The pageant peered a window right into her soul; brilliant and uncovered.
From a rise to a fall, the dance saw it all. Stillness produced cold and quickness a strength. You dodge eyes like daggers and move as you believe. Any fault could be a labor and any victory a close shave.
But the view is empty from the tail end. The void is sealed. Eventually she leaves and walks home with the adventurous tale. Her dancing shoes are left by the door.
A crescent moon smiles down.
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You might go full circle in life. He did that once or twice. Then afterwards your form falls off the track and once again you're a new man with new prospects and you realize you've been a ship on the ocean…and now you're back to port.
The storms faced on the blue have scarred your face and wrinkled your hands. Lines of toil, lines of terror—lines tight, but most in a knot. He was forever incapable of keeping them straight. But that didn't matter. The ship is guided by fate.
Sunshine or thunder, the circle is full of wonder. Symmetry learns wisdom, and mistakes a constant reminder. He acquired different eyes—one of red, one of night. The former, for the longest time, had been the only one who convinced him to fight.
The view is long from the tail end. The red eye is now gone. Night remains true. He leaves on the walk because it's the only road he can take.
A yellow sun will light the way.
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-Caliko, Kariko Emma