It’s dark. And she dances. Her hips tear the darkness apart, her slender silhouette looks like a red delicate flamingo. And I dance inhaling a hypnotic dose of drum.It’s dark and she dances. Her tears scratch the light, her slender silhouette hides behind the green shadows. And she dances stoned in an anesthetic dose of pain.
It’s dark and I dance letting my mind project complex choreographic routines on the cracked walls around. And I run away to dance in a different dimension trapped in a soothing dose of fog.
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