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| in the jukebox of her memory a list of names flips by and stops and she closes her eyes and smiles as the record drops then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair and she dances out of time as slow as she can sway as long as she can say this dance is mine this dance is mine her hair bears silent witness to the passing of time tattoos like mile markers map the distance she has gone winning some, losing some but she says my sister still calls every sunday night after the rates go down and i still can never mange to say anything right and my whole life blew up and now its all coming down she says, leave me alone tonite i jsut wanna stay home she fills the pot with water and she drops in the bone she says, i've got a darkness that i have to feed i got a sadness that grows up around me like a weed and i'm not hurting anyone i'm just spiraling in and then she closes her eyes and hears the song begin again she appriciates the phone calls the consolling cards and such she appriciates all the people who come by and try to pull her back in touch they try to hold the lid down tightly and they try to shake well but the oil and the water they jsut wanna spereate themselves she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair and she dances out of time and slow as she can sway and aslong as she can say this dance is mine this dance is mine this dance is mine |
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