The Lonely Dancer

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Inspired by the imagination of Sara-Anne Dukes

The lonely dancer

Dances with

Her one true love

In her mind

She twirls and spins

And she is dipped

By someone

Imaginary

She needs his embrace

Yet the only way to have it

Is the graceful spins

Twirls

Dips

Of her imaginary ball

Blinding lights

Glare down at them

Her pink dress

And his imaginary form

And so dances on

The lonely dancer

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