ballerina
do not break
your pretty toes
for soldiers of tin
you are meant for
a starlit stage,
a snow birch shelf of
trinkets and sage
do not bruise
your nimble heels
for goblins of greed
you are born for
a cloudless night,
a heavenly page of
wishes and flight
do not trade
your kindle sway
for a fairytale end
these cold tin hearts
are paperweights,
a ball and chain of
lifeless fate, and
you are meant
to dance.
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