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| Disco ? |
| Last night I sold a dream to a stranger. I stepped on some toes and spit out my dinner, before I asked where my dream was going. Before my bed, electric lights brought disco to my pillow and then it was, from beginning to end. One pre-owned dream with strange faces and muddyhands, tore my eyes from dancing disco. Where I was remains someone elses mystery now. Not so easy I found to be, selling the dream that destroyed my hands, with no explanation to me. |
| Poem By: Ryan Hogue |
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