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In a sea of black, she soars

A red nymph, lost in lore

Her arms outstretched for balance,

In this dance, a timeless trance

The suit is tight and constricting

Yet it frees her from the limiting

Of clothes that hide her skin

It's her own form of sin

She floats above the ground

Her hair like tendrils all around

A spectacle to behold

In this world, where she is sold

And though we can't be free

Like her in our reality

We can dream and see the light

In her pose that takes flight

For even in the darkness deep

There's always room for ecstasy