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She twirls and she spins a most graceful dance, her movements are twisted, a disturbing trance.
Her limbs contort in unnatural ways, her body a canvas, it's twisted and sways.
She dances with her demons, a macabre scene.
She's lost in this world where the twisted convene.
Her eyes roll back to close as her body convulses.
She's lost all control .. her mind over indulges.
There's a beauty in her distorted dance.
A mesmerizing art... That's all left to chance.
For she's a twisted dancer a dark and haunting sight.
Who dances with her demons, when the world sleeps at night.
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Poetry𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕨, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔, 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟�...
