Number 10
She danced on legs of five years
on the floor that creaked a welcome upon her arrival
she made her way to the music box
and wound the little ballerina on top
then raised her arms above her head
with eyes closed she became the heart that moved her feet
and as dust saw them glide
it clapped an array of mist
and each jump a wish that would settle with it
and innocence a bliss
as she danced upstairs
at Number 10




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