Why Are They Not Called Balletrinas
There is a smudge on my wall
sometimes its a face in grimace
the next half a ballerina mid pirouette
sometimes a gnarled witches snarled portent of hell
or tree of palm sliced by sickle moon
others an alien gun complete with hum
or a rose half begun
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