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danse macabre a silent dead my wistful words twirling on a thread morbid bows aching dips a pang of music from my own lips pirouettes, no claps stiffened formation a stage near collapse then—only silence all from this cage a sleeping ode to my dying age
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Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 1:11 AM UTC
A Sleeping Ode
danse macabre a silent dead my wistful words twirling on a thread morbid bows aching dips a pang of music from my own lips pirouettes, no claps stiffened formation a stage near collapse then—only silence all from this cage a sleeping ode to my dying age
#dance#dark
Meg4n
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Meg4n
32/F/Canada
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 1:11 AM UTC
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