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deep bass is a wide-open-night. Sweat and stupid questions that really - didn’t matter all that much by the end of the night. She once told me, _I don’t like poems with awkward line breaks -_ _I like full sentences there._ I dance along to deep bass and - by doing so - I have awkward line breaks. I have incomplete thoughts that don't matter all that much. I swear I don’t remember the way her arms swayed as she danced to the Beatles - or, even the space among teeth as she smiled. deep bass plays me a song and I try to dance but my my mind keeps with questions of how she must be - no! No. I do not want to think that. but - yet, my brain keeps with it, so I do. I do.
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Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 9:21 AM UTC
My body moves me in a bar but my brain says something else
deep bass is a wide-open-night. Sweat and stupid questions that really - didn’t matter all that much by the end of the night. She once told me, _I don’t like poems with awkward line breaks -_ _I like full sentences there._ I dance along to deep bass and - by doing so - I have awkward line breaks. I have incomplete thoughts that don't matter all that much. I swear I don’t remember the way her arms swayed as she danced to the Beatles - or, even the space among teeth as she smiled. deep bass plays me a song and I try to dance but my my mind keeps with questions of how she must be - no! No. I do not want to think that. but - yet, my brain keeps with it, so I do. I do.
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Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 9:21 AM UTC
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