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This night's rhumba
is tucked into rows of data
in unflitered rawness
in seething chaos

life is finding your zeros and ones
amass a memory
and keep it close to your
freshly bleeding heart

do the death dance
but hold me so I don't tip
sprained ankles can kill
a well formed routine.

memorized and refined
redefines like a false memory
that makes me
be anybody.

you can fall back on the steps
if you fall down, love
you can find you way
in the shuffle.

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