Last life I danced
on empty pages
waiting for love
a solo ballet
an unfinished
symphony
tormented
by silence
sadness
madness
I ripped
queer stars
from the red moon sky
they bled black
there is no ending
no last call
no exit
I waited
waded
created
I danced
the art of pain
without words
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powerful. there are no tippy toes here.