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Radiant. Resplendent. Revolving.

Swinging from the rafters, I am the all-knowing glitter sphere—and I see everything.

I saw your first sip of bottom-shelf whiskey.

Saw you slur your words and spill on daddies.

Saw you swipe someone’s half-finished drink then down it in one gulp.

I am dazzling. Lustrous. The ball of the ball.

As I swivel, no smooch is unseen. No hand slipped down the back of skinny jeans, unnoticed.

I will not tell your secrets—but you should know that I know them, and I do not forget. ➡️

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