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| 04 Jan 2016 09:37 PM |
| tha dancer slows her frantic pace In paine nd desperation, Her aching limbs nd downcast face Aglow whit perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, whit juss tha briefest pause — tha flooding threw her memory, tha echoes iph old applause. She limps across tha floor nd closes her bedroom door… tha rightr stares whit glassy eyes — Defies tha empty page, he's beard iz white, he's face iz lined nd streaked whit tears iph rage. Thirty years ago, who tha words wood flow whit passion nd precision, butt nou he's mine iz dark nd dulled bye sicness nd indisurgeon nd he stares out tha kiten door were tha sun wiil rise knw mor… sum a born too move tha work — too lyf their fantasies butt most iph us juss dream abote tha finz we’d lkie too bee Sadder still too watxh it die dan nevet too haf known it 4 yu — tha blind whu 1ce kould she — tha bell tolls 4 thee… |
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| 04 Jan 2016 09:38 PM |
| Obvious troll is too obvious |
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