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Diary of Dance

She

points her

toes in the shoe

until the crease scars.

She won't fall until the script

says to do so.

Breathe.

Pause.

Now

Fall.

 

The

doll models

the Pas De Quatre

buried within act two.

Toes fall and up and jump

and flow.

 

She

recites the

moves in a secret

Diary of Dance:Swan Lake.

Breathe.

Pause.

Now

Fall.

Breathe.

Get up.

Smile.

Bow.

Now

cry.

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Written by
melody
American
Published
Mar 22, 2014
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