she dances and dances and dances and falls

she dances and dances and dances and falls

the tips of my pointe shoes kiss the floor

goodbye, pain

the motions of my body make my escape

goodbye, world

the beat of my loose hair against my back grows steady

goodbye, bondage

the intoxicating rhythm lets me be

goodbye, cares

stirred by freedom, she runs, she leaps, she soars, she lands!

she dances and dances and dances

and falls...

The End

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