she used to move for the thrill of music
infatuated with the filling of her soul
it happened at night, mostly
molded her figure with shadows
and smoke swirled around her perfection
like chalk
outlining life's misfortunes
her smile never held a candle
but her breath whispered vigiles
chanting him back to her
he never heard the rhythm
received vibrations from his true love
and she didn't know how to accept this
so she dances under moons
for a glimpse at a world beneath
God's tongue
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