Sliding on down
Into night visions
Beneath red strobes
And liquid gold
Coursing through veins
Everything's glitter
In spinning lights
Of the moment
Embraced in laughter
Bubbling Champaign
Celebrating giddy delight
Delighted over nothing
And then everything
In shades crimson
Beneath red strobes.
By Lady Lost
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