If I must die young, bury me in a music box. I__l be the pale ballerina with dirtin her hair. Attach my painless feet to metal springs and open the lid when you visit.Watch me rise and pirouette, my arms overhead tickling the dark night__ belly until I__ dizzy, until the stars melt and spiral into a halo over my head and I__e stirred my death into the sky.
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