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In a dance of shadows and light,

She hangs suspended in a naked flight.

Tethered by red cords that bind her so tight,

Her body aches with anticipation's might.

Yet her eyes mirror a tranquil peace,

As she floats above the ground at ease.

The ropes become an extension of her grace,

Creating a tableau of ecstasy and space.

In this moment frozen in time,

Her soul finds freedom as she ascends the climb.

The red cords hold her high, yet she is free,

Embodying the paradox that sets her at ease.

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