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She appeared within a whisper, her heart beats only once every spring.
These are the words he once told me. Only I acted out a scene of a play in my mind when I would watch snowflakes flounce their way in front of the house outside.
Such memories yet, the only thing I could recall, is that little ballerina standing tall.
Where can I dance like her sir? Laughing through wine-stained teeth, he replies, “There are no talents for your kind, little flea.”
I breathe only a single breath, closing my eyes, I am free.
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A. Rose
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This is beautiful. Oh the people who try to bring others down!