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The Masquerade

It was a dance
a slow waltz
one she had learned in her childhood


a simple step
the box


Her teacher told her
“Stay in the box
no twirling
no spinning
nothing fancy
just the box.”


So she stepped
expressionless
following the boy in front of her


Her face was hidden by
a jeweled mask


and as they danced
something caught
and tugged the strings


ever so slightly
the mask slipped
but did not fall
not yet


oblivious
he led
she followed
an eternal dance


The music will stop
if the spell can be broken
and the masks lost




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