Calaveras grinned, twisting hips,

Furies bound, clutching grips,

Spun around, flashing grin,

She danced her dance for only him.

Soul unchained, soaring free,

Sight behold, Glory be,

She burns bright. Gravity.

A hidden prize for only me?

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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