With ineffable grace,
She got up from the chair,
Her feet moving along
Without any complaints.
Her eyes were set on
The one she loves.
Giving a cold shoulder
To all the stares,
To all the glares,
She bent down on her knees
And kissed the girl
She called her lover.
She was content
And proud.
Ignored the heavy, icy
And both the girls
Got lost in the way
Their lips danced
In the
Silent room,
Filled with hushed murmurs.

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