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Fake Dance
to grapple with uncertainties she dances ballet
tiptoes
and balance carefree
credulity
twirl
the curtain falls now is the perfect time to hide everything
face-powdered the overture plays
conspires aloud to evasive drums
she grapples again regaining a balance
this rope secrets in cord-like tightened lips
her fake dance her fake feelings in her heart
her lover looks on without blinking
how sweet how true how remarkable
bravo!
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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