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Mar 2022
A stationary girl that makes everyone else dance

You said
That she is but a stationary girl
whose rigidity provokes the unwelcome dance of others. The solemn waltz. A sultry sorted salsa. But who is to say she can not dance
That she does not dance
A brazen fire of amorphous movement

Temporarily chilled in quiescence

Contained within the confines of a fabricated box
An assembled ballerina chained and bonded to the metallic rod of society’s construction. La construcciΓ³n tuyo. You need but open the lid to hear my song. To see the girl that both spins and stills.
I implore you.
You must
To the counterfeit steps of the inexorable womb waltz
Written by
Carlota S  25/F
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