She chased carefree and naive to all but her beauty
Tiptoeing, swirling, rocking to the beat of the music
Liquors lifting her spirits, up in bliss and oblivion
Dancing to the sound of drums
She drifted to the haven of lust and unbearable desire
Never thinking of what she'd lost and would lose
Carefree liberty weightless of that belly bump erupting into her life
- Technicolor poet -
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