In the dim-lit room, I sway,
A silhouette against the neon fray,
Dancing for a dollar, in the night's embrace,
Each step a story, lost in space.
A twirl, a spin, beneath the faded light,
A private dancer, in the quiet of the night,
Whispers of dreams, in the rhythm's trace,
Moving in shadows, with an unseen grace.
For every song, a memory's dance,
In every glance, a second chance,
The music's pulse, the heart's race,
A moment's freedom, in this place.
A dancer's tale, in silence told,
In every move, a hope unfolds,
For when the music fades away,
The dancer dreams of break of day.
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