drop your mask, my love
let the music fill your body
the rhythm and sweeping melodies become your blood
think not of the dead men left behind
those who screamed for a love they’d never see again
just dance
feel the chords move down your arms
the drum beats become your steps
don’t lose focus, little girl
or you will surely fall
and the ground will swallow you whole
dress and bells and all
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I keep reading “Gypsies and Sandwiches.”
And I want a sandwich.