i twist and bend and shape to anything that i want to be. i take every step without doubt. i alternate from one sharp move to another until i become a muddy puddle of my limbs. there is a small amount of sweat above my brows which gives me a sense of satisfaction. the audience erupts into applause, and i have finally taken my final dance.
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Poetryi was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
