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Michaela Massey

Drama

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Michaela Massey

Drama

Saturday Night

Saturday Night

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She’s getting ready, 

She’s puffed out her hair, 

She’s applied her brightest lipstick

She’s ready for whatever the night may give her. 


She’s wearing her highest heels 

She’s smoothing out her sleekest dress

She’s walking to the moonlight and she’s dancing to the stars. 


But she’s not real.

She’s a ghost of someone that once was. 

She’s a figment of imagination.

She’s a desire 

She’s a wish 

She’s a Saturday night that will never happen.



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