We've donned our suits and gowns
Securing masks, meticulously crafted,
upon our faces
These pages being our ballroom
where words waltz in heads
Some tap my shoulder
to offer me a dance
But after a few steps I can tell
I'm forcing stiff joints to bend and carry me
So I'll keep on spinning
through the nights and the days
Until I find a life among the mannequins
that can perfectly relate myself to you
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Author:
ElenaGrace (
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Comments2
I feel the romance of these well-crafted lines and love the comparison to the mannequin world . An engaging read Elena.
Thank you😊
Nicely done 🙂
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