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In a world of crimson dreams,

Her arms are stretched against the seams.

She dances in her straitjacket home,

A rhythm of release she calls her own.

The red embraces every limb,

A symphony of passion it simmers within.

Her joy is palpable and free,

In this world where ecstasy hangs from a tree.

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