STUDIO54
Lights scatter like broken diamonds
across the spinning floor.
Your shadow dances ahead of you,
always a beat too fast,
always a little brighter
than the room can handle.
The air hums with neon heat,
bass thumping like a second heartbeat.
You move through it
as if the night was built
just to orbit you.
Every colour bends
to catch your outline.
Every moment stretches
to keep you in frame.
And for a breath,
the whole world feels
like a disco ball—
fractured, glowing,
and impossibly alive.
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