Good Parties
That showy spell I have fallen under,
filled with a loud spectrum of neon.
A safe haven under feverish lights.
The mosaic of movement within lights
to float through and fantasize under,
I’ve got to rip right into that neon!
Painted with yards of vivacious neon,
I encapsulate the flush of fierce lights.
Good parties tend to tackle me under.
I am rejuvenated under the neon lights.
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