Why We Dance:
Is it the glue strapped to our feet
The wool between our toes
The taught canvas in motion
Is it the hair coiled tight and bound by iron
The painted faces, accessories to expression
or maybe the raw pink flesh bleeding joy
Is it simply the crash of satin on oak
Skin bathed in sweat
Bright etudes echoing in mirrored rooms
It is and in
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