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My moment

when the judges call.
I stand up tall.

my feet move, I feel like a robot.
I am automated, I work like a machine.

I know what to do, and i won't mess up

hands together, shoulders back.
I perform what i was meant to perform.

It feels right, it flows through my body.
with ease I finish, it's all over, that was it
and now i am done.

the end




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