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It was her dream, her ambition, her greatest desire
It’s what had set her body on fire
And how that fire consumed her flesh
Though never from monstrous form, a sylph did wrest
That wasn’t how the Mothers granted her wish
Instead, a conflagration was their answer
Now she never would be a famous dancer
Not in ballet, jazz nor tap
Dead, her lifeforce zapped.
65 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tap
crispina kemp 
Well done Crispina! Well done!
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Thank you, Frank. I had difficulty this week, to get the phrasing right. Got there in the end 🙂
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A bit harsh. Just let her dance!
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Fate often answers our wishes in unexpected ways 😦
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Well that went dark!
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I think I might be going through a dark period! 🙂
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I think so too…
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A very harsh end to her ambition. Beautifully written
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Thank you, Sadje. I think this was my comment on ‘fate’ and ‘wishes’ 🙂
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You’re welcome. Every story can’t have a happy ending 💙
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