Dance Diary

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By Unintended

In a dark and smoky room Internal fire ignites Her pulse plays catch up With her swaying body Like an artist Her strands paint a portrait All around her Movement is a storyteller Emotions spring - blood rush! The audience feels compelled to watch heartbreak In motion on a Friday night In her own universe Among bright stars and bodies She avoids eye contact Scared to reveal her soul No identity tonight She loses herself to music Her faithful companion Will envelope and internalize

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