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by Tatiana Rivero Sanz once upon a time tana
in the studio, dance...
my butterfly
...wings, tangled...
flying is absolute
she stared
staring down
light disperses her gaze
there are gaps
without
a dream
a pile of books
and again
gravity waves
that what is me
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