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Dec 2013
The great tragedy is that
We never look at each other--
Little gods dancing to a Billboard Top 40 together while
Being unbearably alone.

All we do is look at the ground and the sky,
But never the eye.

The beat drops and our feet move and our arms flail to
Disguise how meaningless we think we are.

If only we knew our gospels are in each other's eyes.

look
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