It roars, flames alight with majesty
a flicker of gold streaking across eyes,
motion unrestricted, unchained,
refusing to be dampered by the misty
fog. It stomps on the slate,
a skinny stiletto proving a point,
crinkles along with the hair spray
from an aerosol bottle, sparkles
like the glitter tossed on a dance floor.
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