There she was, standing in the corner of the dance floor.
Beautiful, alone, and everything the world hated.
Yet, the faces couldn't stop smiling.
Capturing her beauty as a trail of embers lead her way.
She laughed and twirled.
Flame after flame she was free,
she was unbound in a crowded room.
Her skin searing at the beauty of the flame that engulfs her.
Eyes appeared from the heavens,
as hands appeared from hell.
Capturing the tears that now become rain.
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