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Jul 2019
at night I have dreams of dancing with the dead
their eyes all turning skyward and holes all in their heads
the come and take my hand, lead me out to the floor
but the musicians have all gone home so there's no music any more
so we sway in silence to the beat of borrowed time
they're smiling with all their teeth and I keep losing all of mine
the moon comes through the ceiling and slowly it descends
it get down to the ground but still doesn't seem to end
it falls right on through the floor to back from wherever it came
so I dive down in right beside it hoping that I'll do the same
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