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Aug 2013
I want to know when
                            Exactly when
The beat of the drum
                            Had turned into
The beat of my heart
                            Trying to flee.


Please explain to me
                            how smooth twirling
And energetic
                           leaps through the air
Has now turned into
                           leaden horror.


When did the music
                            Lose its power
To inspire me
                            And let me dance
But instead make me
                            So dead inside?
Roisin Sullivan
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Roisin Sullivan  F/United States
(F/United States)   
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   M White and Emily Ann Keilley
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