The ballet of my little girl dreams
was pink and soft and elastic.
The ballet of my little girl dreams
was idyllic, real and lasting.
The ballet of my grown-up dreams
is harsh and cruel and tight.
The ballet of my grown-up dreams
is what will never become might.
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