Is the secret 
Recaptures her introduction to the world:
Two scaffolds encased part 
To shape another pathway 
What's more, the host of white teeth rise 
Reigning here and there in rhythm 
For delicate breaths to run tracks from soak pipe 
Consequently, the red floor covering wanders aimlessly; left to right 
Stressing forward, yet extending in reverse paths 
What's more, the joyful soul changes once 
To pick up freedom from pivoted entryways 
Into a quick blurring tune 
Or then again tone of articulations 
Stumbling on ear cartilage 
To a quieted balance 
Of looked for satisfaction 
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