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The Final Dance

November 23, 2010

She walks through the doors,
Constantly feeling her sores.
Putting on her fake face,
Her tears sting like mace.

Hiding behind the curtains,
She lets go of the burdens.
Her nerves float,
But calm with the notes.

People’s faces like lights,
Beautiful starry night.
Thunders of applause come,
Her time is done.


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