mirrorball twists and turns in the dark room, lighting it up like a fire on the ceiling. dazzling dazes in your mocha eyes, so beautiful as the silver lightening hits them. a crescent moon reflecting on your fair skin. the loud sounds of the party could never distract me from your perfectness. how about we ditch this place, love?
written 6/13/24
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