little dancer has no shoes but she danced through every single hue. every curvature of her little waist to the graceful movement of her tiny limbs.
little dancer twirled in every stars in the sky, through a million galaxy in one bind. creating new constellations; having to be a shootng star.
little dancer dancing in flames, burning in her disquiet, melting in every move. crying in her final bow.
little dancer stopped dancing, believing; trying.
—combustingcolours
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