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escapist dreaming

ballerina prancing

showing her magic

love, deceit and

             one single tear



she is bathing in her tears



you put a knife in her hands

and gave her me a push

she gave me her soul

             i hurt it myself



and i am the one left standing



but the mirror by the barre

cannot tell the difference

it only shows that i am blind

             and weeping blood