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A dying T-Cell, an alien left behind, man, woman, child or fetus,
a creep,
a ghost,
a worm toasting in the sun, a donkey or a specimen on a lab tray.
Beauty.
All dressed up with no a party to got to.
Fame with no audience.
The End.
A hero nearing the end of an illusion
A few years ago, I found an injured bird, tortured by some poor soul with fire.
I stood by him and his mate, waiting until the police came to terminated him.
Meanwhile, I felt sorry and ashamed for my self and my kind.
Solo Dance, concept and Choreography: Riikka Theresa Innanen Music: Puccini