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She will never get the chance
She saw him across the room
The illuminated orange glow of his stick
The deep, mournful rhythm of the music
Thumping, thumping
Uncoiling slender limbs
She moves subconsciously closer to him
The drum-beat pounding
The smoke drifting
Unfathomed, darkened eyes shaded
Heart thudding, she stares
Background vinyl singer wailing
Eyes, nothing but eyes,
His brown shaded eyes
Solitary, distant worlds.
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