Tone deaf
Swaying to the tune
The highs the lows
Guiding her through
Skirting the floor
Flailing to the rhythm
Of music reverberating her heart beats
Singing along
Out of tune
Smiling and collapsing on the sheets
Not holding back
Not fearing the harsh scrutiny
looking up to the twirling sky up high
So bare, bereft of life
Laughing hard
letting impulses lead by
They roll their eyes
She couldn't have cared less
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