You were just a ballerina

With a hoodie and a swarm of hairpins

But then you put on a dress

With the skirt that twirls and the top that’s all detail

And you became a full on storm in pouring rain

You left tree roots shaking and homes drenched

No one knew if you were a good thing or a bad

But maybe that’s because they never did know you

But you always were a dancer

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