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Poem Details
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| Title: | THE DANCER |
| Author: | rahel |
| Date Submitted: | 10/25/2009 |
| Poem: |
If I was a healer and had miracles to spend You would be my last purchase Your cruel demeanor reeling me in Naively believing your promised words Marionette dancing on your stage I am sick to my soul of your devil dance Let me be awhile I won''t run, can''t run You are my downfall and desire I''ll buy a new costume, you choose the colour Compose a new score After all You are my director I am your whore... |