We Don't Have To Dance

We Don't Have To Dance

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Her black hair is worse, damp from an earlier rain storm. It is tangled, looking like it hasn't been brushed in weeks. But the most frightening thing about this odd girl, dancing in the dark, is her eyes, so full of a crazed fire, they almost seem to glow. Filled with passion and strength, a beautiful ocean in a dark dark place.
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Colors danced behind my eyes, until the world fell into a haze of dark mist. Black fissures of power within arm's reach. Mine. Magic slammed into me, endless and vast like a tidal wave coming in and crushing over my head. I took it, absorbed it, glutted myself on it because it felt good. No consequences. No pain.

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