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me wishes I was a ballet dancer,
\ndancing on the shore.
\nin a tiny dress, unveiling my legs,
\nthose plump limbs made of flesh and bone.<\/p>\n
me wishes I was your princess then,
\nall pale and shy and lost.
\ntwirling, whirling clumsy pirouettes,
\non the sandy ground of hopeless dreams.<\/p>\n
if only I were a ballet dancer,
\nI’d \u00a0dance over the waters of the channel.
\nlike Jesus I could walk,
\nlike Mary I’d remain untouched.
\nI’d rather drown in the cold waves of the ocean,
\nthan taste the joys of lust, of words unspoken.<\/p>\n
I am your princess of Calais,
\na bitter duck that’s hiding.
\nI’ve torn my dress inside the reeds ,
\nI’ve lost my balance on the dunes.<\/p>\n
me wishes I was a swan
\nso I could just fly over
\nto you my love, to you!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
me wishes I was a ballet dancer, dancing on the shore. in a tiny dress, unveiling my legs, those plump limbs made of flesh and bone. me wishes I was your princess then, all pale and shy and lost. twirling, … Continue reading