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The times she decided to dance,
not a person could be kept safe
For the entire room would follow the pace of her hips
Sweat dripping down her middle line and foreign words following through her
lips

I watch her go, relief the timidity
Swaying through this mirror-filled room,
Winking at self only adds to the absurdity
that I create full of peace in the mind of mine own

This way, I can truly never dance alone

— Kanea Blokland, 2019