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Maya the Illusionist

Gracefully & gently a dancer comes on to the stage,

Eyes as deep as the snow,

She starts her dance,

Her anklets chiming.

 

The audience forget themselves,

Ensnared by her beauty,

By her grace,

They forget reality,

They forget themselves,

They forget the truth.

 

The dancer dances,

First a slow step,

Then she starts dancing vigorously,

Exciting the audience even more,

Turning,

Swirling,

She intoxicates them,

Captures their imagination,

When the curtain closes,

The audience want more of her,

They club each other to death,

Just to see her dance for them again.

 

And Maya, the dancer, was a man in the dancer’s costume.

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