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"...fly along on your motorcycle watching all the ground beneath you drop. kill yourself for recognition. kill yourself to never never stop... you are not..."
She dances hard on this one.
because she loves him
and knows the song like many know their
left foot.
(do people know their left foot? I have a birthmark)
"... you just sit there wishing you could still make love...."
she wanted him more than many things.
it was Radiohead
friday
and she was drinking
she turned the fucking JBL speaker off.
rewound "high and dry" and fucking
listened.
(the headphones she bought after divorce #2 - they were $600. she had $700.)
she walked.
none of it mattered.
she was a
million billion
nuances
but never
caught you for more than
a dance.
"mixed tape" by tiff Merritt
"I've taped my heart for you to find...this plastic cassette is going to tell you ... something"
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