┈┈⊹ ಎ ◌゚゚。 ⁺ׅ PURE HARMONY ⸼ ࣪છ ׅ
🕯🩰 ⨾ ࣪ ˖ My little green house, quite content am i, When the hot sun pours down from the sky; the tune of the melody, the petals of the rose, the backbone to a body. I couldn't remember a time when i had not been dancing. Ever since i was a little girl i had always been twirling down the corridor at home, perfecting my posture against my garden wall, pointing and flexing my toes so my feet would eventually morph into the arch i had seen in ballet magazines; For oh, i fall in love with ballet—magnificent art.
When my father had brought home a pair of soft pink ballet shoes i had been over the moon delight. I had slipped the decate satin into my feet and twirled and leaped and danced until the stars had been my only light in the slumber of night [....] lying in the middle of ballroom, a new kind of heaven, eyes closed, her nude big-puffy gown coated in dust kisses & cherubim dirt. arms out like a bird. smiling in her torment of bliss & lullabied agony. she's all suffering & lipstick, waiting for the angel to carry her home.
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