August 24, 2011
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Dance brings joy
Unlike some boys
Things disappear
Everything is clear
I escape that place
It is my parent's faces
Lips smiling at me
As they watch me be
I move around the stage
It is my golden age
I am getting to the end
The start to curtains bend

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