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She stood, thin wire Beneath her pointed feet. “Just a show” She whispered. Her Feet danced endlessly In crimson shoes. Pirouette, and bow. The curtain fell along With her tears.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
Red Shoes
She stood, thin wire Beneath her pointed feet. “Just a show” She whispered. Her Feet danced endlessly In crimson shoes. Pirouette, and bow. The curtain fell along With her tears.
I had an Uncle who got my a children's story The Red Shoes, and in it a girl wants a pair of red dancing shoes so badly that she's willing to do almost anything for them. When she gets them though they force her to dance. That imagery has always stuck with me.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
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