The Hanging Muse (Patreon)

In the heart of a luxurious room,

An acrobat defies the laws of gravity's doom.

The grand entrance is made with grace,

As the rope tightens, her body finds its space.

With arms and legs entwined in art,

Her inverted form defies the heart.

A dance with fate, a twist on tradition,

In this room of velvet red, she's the attraction.

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