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| Dreaming of The Swan |
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| I should have been a ballerina. This is not a new thought.. but one that has entered my mind before.. not once.. but many many times. To be able to delicately glide across the floor.. to feel my soul take wings and soar. Feelings I've never before experienced... to dance the dying swan in my faceless lover's arms. And the masses are screaming for more.. No one has ever danced this dance more beautifully than I.. I take my bow and run swiftly off the stage. I will dance this way again.. tomorrow and the next day.. and the next... and the next. Just dancing my way into forever. Yes.. that's how it will be. But now ... I sit here at my desk.. smoking one cigarette after another. There's work to do and I must pull myself back into this world that I am foreced to be a part of. I turn to the work... but.. in my mind's eye I see the swan.. floating endlessly.... across the floor. |
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