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Dance like Tony Manero. Dressed to the nines, The neon lights dazzle beneath my eyelids, Blaring disco leaves a ring in my ears, The constant dancing leaves me in ecstasy, Mercury lights become dim, I am left with the swirls illuminated in my mind, With people grooving to the sound, Not noticing they are kicking me in the shins, It's all happening, The heartbreaking lyrics pound in my head, Because only the young can keep up, And we feel ridiculously good looking, But the tears and sweat made our makeup run, Soon all these people will be spilling their lunch, None of them could hold their booze, The chirping birds could twitch

as  we  flew  across  the  voiceless  beach hand  in  hand with  the  most  sinister  of  grins and  a  cigarette  pinned  between  your  callused  fingers the  fingers  you  use  to  brush  your  face and  wash  your  teeth through  the  angst  of our  infatuation and  when  the  feathers  of  your  wings encounter  mine  and  you  look  into  my  eyes you  touch  them  and  feel the  fake  porcelain  gaze we  masquerade  on  the  warmest  of  stars that  dazzle  in  hindsight and  help  me  forget  that in  an  hour you  will  break  my  pudding  heart

memories are nothing but a dusty oil painting, now trademarked in my mind sixteen years deracinating the roots explicit thoughts of the place where people say hello, and goodbye where God's plans effect your life forever and you don't often walk out, the same orange out-dated counters walls of the dullest ashen you're introduced to the world, or dismissed abstract reflections of hockey player railings and the aura of antibacterial on flawless medicine cabinets monuments so familiar fabricated this town to some people, this hell this place will get the best and the worst of me or just the worst so influential on the mel