Stilettos danced till dawn;
The now stilled toes are gone.
Vibrations echo on—
Of spirit’s feet complete,
Of hearts in fiercest beat,
Of hands that touch, repeat,
In swirls of all the girls
And guys, so free and wise
To lead Joy’s passion on
Past trembling lids of dawn.

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