In a bottle of amber, a potion unknown,
She sips it alone, in a world of her own.
No food on her plate, just the drink she adores.
Her heart sings, "This moment, it's mine, nothing more."
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She moves like a dancer, her steps light and free,
Unfettered by worries, she lets her spirit be.
With each sip she takes, her inhibitions decay,
And the night becomes a canvas where she can play.
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