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Nov 2010
dance on the head of a pin
dance on the shoulder of the road

we are the ephemeral
ghosts in the machine

we pretend to love
we are confused
--
love songs are everywhere
bursting with indifference
disguised as lonliness and pain

but lovers are not to be found
anywhere

--

i am a lover

can you find me?

--

dance as the mushroom cloud
fills the air with death

dance as the election results
bore the nation into a coma

dance as your love disappears down a hole

dance dance dance
--

in a while your divinity
purity and trust

shall make of you

something

become what it makes you
Written by
jeffrey robin
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