In the air she swings, a display of strength and grace,
Her harness, red as blood, stands out in this place.
The ropes that bind her so, they stretch from wall to floor,
A testament to human artistry, forever more.
Her form, though not fully human, moves with the same care,
As if she dances with every breath of air.
Each twist and turn, a testament to her will,
She's defying gravity, in this still.
Despite the lack of skin, the performance is real,
A dance of strength and agility, all captured in this deal.
Her grace in motion, a sight to behold,
In this moment, she's frozen, time has been folded.
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