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.

in this dream we are

listening to that song by

Guitarricadelafuente when

he confesses he sold his soul

to the devil for money

*

and you lift me up

in our walk-in closet

your foot steps softened

by the plush of the floor

to floor carpet

*

and I cradle your skull

in the place between

my shoulder

my chest

the nape of my neck

my breasts

*

and you swing me in your arms

and cup me close,

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

and we dance

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*s⁝x pm