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A poem showing the less talked about side of dance.

Submitted: April 26, 2017

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Submitted: April 26, 2017



I look in the row of mirrors
And I see every flaw stretched in front of me
Covered in black Lyrca
Screaming for my attention

I can see every mistake before I make it
The parts of me that will soar
And the parts that will fall and crumble

I take note of every jiggle
Every piece of flesh
That moves differently than the others
Standing beside me

I can hear the music before it starts
Feel the rhythm before it plays
I let it wash over me
And hide my flaws for another day

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