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The Dance
Dance yourself into the ground
Everyone is waiting to lick the dirt off of your leather
So you can dance naked
As you really are.
Lift your head and see this city.
It hurts your eyes, I know.
Squeeze your eyelashes and your legs
Feel the plants that are right between your feet.
See them grow into your womb
And move your stick figure into poses
Let them throw you into your naked dance.
It's only a dream.
You want me to photograph you
To show the rest of them
What you want them to see.
I see something else.
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