The ebony waves flowed,
Curling on the rusty rock
Twirling in the soft sand,
Falling below into the shoulder abyss,
They dangle,
Tickling the blades,
Trickling past them
Down to the curves,
The wave of curls settled,
Smiling as they dangled
Chandeliers,
Whipping the air as she danced
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