Whisper
little ballerina
tell the master
how is the gentle
move
of the fall
Scared little faces
in the audithorium
seeing you
pretending to cry
Little ballerina
they think
they know your legs
just because
you draw a line
on the rooftop
they wish they saw
the crying whisper
but the stage is just
a lie
Musicians are desiring
the pink tides and the small little heart
tell them
ballerina
tell them
you gonna fall
and
break their hearts like
glass
and bleed
bleed
with
full desire
fully dressed in pink
until you die
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