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To The Inner Self


The lights come down to shine The heat I felt, so divine The roar descends at the call And music is what starts it all Gliding across the stage Everyone smiles no matter the age The place is dark nothing but black Only two numbers until we are back Heavy rush as time gets closer Your stomach turns like a roller coaster Stretch the muscles as so not to pull Body is ready, and mind is full As the others leave we get ready so start This pounding sound coming from my heart My ears begin to ring The song begins to sing We enter on, nothing but dark All of us ready to do our part Name is called ready one, two, three My full potential, the dancer comes out in me.
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jocev2013
this is how i feel about the dancer i used to be.

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