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The free ATM that shows up as a 1.50 on the bank statement, The teenager whispering: his new used car is the key to the world's vaginas The pizza guy robbed and knocking on your door for 20 more bucks. The Tokyo two in a love hotel, away from robot eyes, who try to catch a bit of breath The winter-bought house wrapped in clematis that leafs out as poison ivy. The public pretences of he and her that dissolve once doors are closed The acting class you auditioned for!-- the one where you learned you can't act. Forget them all and let's all dance our kabuki dance, fake-out dance, the one We'll never resolve, never escape -- little rhythm calling you're-so-sweet. posted by Reen |link| 0 comments |