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Her eyes close her breath slows Skin softens pale pallor Yet finds its glow Beneath the stage lights Then she explodes Soft silver sequined shoes Slowly ascend and descend Arcing at an impossible angle Her back arches deeper and deeper Till one would expect to hear Her body crack and snap in half I gasp as she spins into a leap Tears taint my tired cheeks As the **** breaks From the sorrows of this week Arms circle backward Shirt slightly rises Exposing the years of discipline Abs strong as the ocean tides Open to the world then hide Her body becomes a centrifuge Separating part of her soul From her poetic form Spinning and smiling As chestnut hair rapidly orbits her head I am enchanted One hour away from life And I needed to see something beautiful Not ****** But transcendent Perpetually perfected movements One hour to disentangle myself From the nightmare of life And I am eternally grateful
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
The Ballet Dancer
Her eyes close her breath slows Skin softens pale pallor Yet finds its glow Beneath the stage lights Then she explodes Soft silver sequined shoes Slowly ascend and descend Arcing at an impossible angle Her back arches deeper and deeper Till one would expect to hear Her body crack and snap in half I gasp as she spins into a leap Tears taint my tired cheeks As the **** breaks From the sorrows of this week Arms circle backward Shirt slightly rises Exposing the years of discipline Abs strong as the ocean tides Open to the world then hide Her body becomes a centrifuge Separating part of her soul From her poetic form Spinning and smiling As chestnut hair rapidly orbits her head I am enchanted One hour away from life And I needed to see something beautiful Not ****** But transcendent Perpetually perfected movements One hour to disentangle myself From the nightmare of life And I am eternally grateful
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
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