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this bruised ballerina forgot how to dance.             her lithe body a marionette artfully conducted by threads in her back    at the nimble fingertips of some perverse desolation        she moves mechanically    to its twisted touch. she is told to somehow turn scars to flight --     mend wounded wings              and glide, carelessly soar       through painted skies and fairy clouds sweet as a songbird's melody     reborn, a fresh starling (listen: she weakly sings)
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
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this bruised ballerina forgot how to dance.             her lithe body a marionette artfully conducted by threads in her back    at the nimble fingertips of some perverse desolation        she moves mechanically    to its twisted touch. she is told to somehow turn scars to flight --     mend wounded wings              and glide, carelessly soar       through painted skies and fairy clouds sweet as a songbird's melody     reborn, a fresh starling (listen: she weakly sings)
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
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