She was a torrent of passion, a wave of sorrow. A gathering storm of the best intentions turned to sharp retractions. Her form was precise, trained and empty. her eyes closed to the bitter expectations, the floating knives that cut away anything that dared to move outside their whims.

She was all at once the victim of perfection and cruelty…all in one dance.

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Inspired by Mukashi’s “ Slik ” which can be found here https://soundcloud.com/anthonygent/piano

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