Dancing With Beautiful Strangers.

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Dancing With Beautiful Strangers.

Ulises Vargas 

September 30, 2025. 


In one chance sentence, 

And a timed glance, 

There opens the window 

For any two to dance 


Anyone’s favor is but a word away 

The perfect seducer

May sway the perfect victim 

And one’s free will

Is willingly taken from them 


There exists a key to each heart 

And tugging the heartstrings 

Is a universal start 

So take this perfect front, 

And lets strangers dance

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