A dusty hand rips backwards, driven
by the third succession of a G-C progression
Bursting out of a worn collection
Of ebony-entwined ivory;
A fearless song.
A dusty-white leathered toe scratches varnished floors
Leading a squeaky-clean dark suit, in turn
Turning the eyes of a damaged dress.
Redemption rallies of staggered steps, twisted twirls;
A free spectacular.
Damp hair curls around her face, in the way
Hazy air floats about the lick of a blue-vinyled electric.
A changing melody gasps fresh air
As sweet smoke latches onto
A fleeting smile.
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