My Dancer

March 17, 2011
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Running across the stage. Leaping, laughing, spinning like a figurine on a music box. Her eyes are gleaming like stars. Her hair is tied loosely around her porcline face all covered in lipstick and rouge. Her feet barely touch the ground as she flies over the crowd. The music then stops, but her joy does not, as she beams her beautiful smile. The audience roars and no one can ignore the masterpiece on the stage

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