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THE LAST DANCE
It has been said
that she
danced
her first dance
with a flutter
across the stage
as if she were
a
butterfly.
Her innocence
all a quiver
a mere whisper today.
Her days are shaded
halfway across this darkened stage.
Her once fluttered wings
broken.
The stage falls dark.
Prima Ballerina fades by.
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