To starry walls, she spreads her arms,
like waiting for a beckoning touch.
In the darkness her secrets swing open,
a chest unfastened in mid-flight.
Pirouetting on fire,
to the song she has grown into,
the dance she was shaped after.
Collapsing in a sea of bewildered applause,
her bright sixteen lives–
quickly dims under colored suns.
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