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T.J.A.

By Jade, the Son of Jack

ree

You were a dancer,

and far too gentle for a place like this.

I have to hope that when you leapt,

though it ever breaks my heart,

that some part of you continued towards the stars,

to twirl amidst their gentlest of songs.

Far away from a place like this.

 

 

 

 
 

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