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In that place, you
become a person with
no name

just a person with
a body

with a smile, so
inviting, magnetic,
hypnotizing
stripping
you of thoughts
about spilled milk
and spilled tears

of nights so long
of dark sodden corners

of mornings so cold
and trash cans
toppled over
and of anything
that can hold you
back.

of shaking, of quivering
under the rain

of sweating, of fear

of wondering about the difference
between living alone
and dying alone

of that yearn to matter.

Tonight, it's just
you and your
body and your
smile.

And everybody else's
bodies and smiles.

Force,
tension, and
charge.

All of it,
but nothing of thinking

in that place.

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