Author's Note: This is dedicated to my good friend Hilary, 'cause she just
owns.
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And she dances

under Technicolor lights,

Twisting and turning

until daybreak.

Lost among the crowds

of people, just as lost as she.

Dances through a second wind

of screeching guitar rifts.

Pulsing in the background

throbs the steady beat of drums.

And she longs to find herself

but she's hidden far too well.