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Somewhere in a Gym
The flags interweave in a synchronous pace.
A pattern is formed and dissolves into space.
Kaleidoscope movement and the swish of a sabre.
What flows like dance is a pain and hard labor.
Glitter and make-up fluff and curls for the show.
But there's nothing soft about the rifles they throw.
The best part of the guard is not seen by the eye.
It's teamwork and sharing and daring to try.
When the show's over and the props put away.
There's always more practice and some time to play.
So just when you think the guard is all done.
Somewhere in a gym, they're still having fun.
16/Gender Fluid/Lost in this cruel world
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