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She makes her escape,
moving with deliberate care,
as a drunken knife juggler.

An unfamiliar stair,
clouded by thoughts of indiscretion,
the celebration of vibrant mortality.

Unexplained hesitation,
sobered with apprehension of discovery,
unnerved she fades into shadow.

In pseudo-silence,
padding back down barely lit hallways,
whispered curses punctuate the night air.