I am Arzoo.
and all of the nights
and all of the days
I think frantically of beating hearts.
I dance crazily in mirrored rooms.
I whirl, swirl, and twirl in red skirts,
And laugh hysterically at the flashes of red!
The mirrors on the walls,
Smile inwardly
At the pain I fling into the room.
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