isn't it always this way;
dance, dispose, discharge.
we play these games between each
other, always moving our feet to avoid
a quiet collision, or at least
trying to. sometimes there's a little
incident, and we must
take care of the problem, dispose of the
unwanted words, thoughts.
then discharge them into the abyss above,
stars begging us to find the right
paths, the right words to say,
steps to take, things to think.
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