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Jul 2015
we wore the words
of yesterday
across our faces
as a novel
poorly describing
what our history
is made of

every page of my book
that has been torn out
will eventually be burned
until there is nothing
recognizable left

and when you're finally
able to dance on my grave
I just hope you
pick a decent song
with a funky beat
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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