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young arms.
we'll have them forever.
with flab, tatoos, and willpower.
waving and lifting, twisting and
torquelike.
despite the dissolving structure of
the universal dance floor
and our sinew strapped to be plucked
by air's own unvisible chord press.
the moving air in time waving with.
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