And so it goes.
She dances.
I watch.
She nicks me.
The redness comes.
The redness goes.
Im left in awe of her movements.
To this cycle there is no end, and there is no change.
Sept in that i've learned to hide the pain, and mask the cuts.
She need not worry for as long as she dances i shall be content.
She is a Sword Dancer whose blades cut me deep.
Yet the thought of her stopping is my greatest fear.
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