Adventure
Beads collect on my forehead
And it’s okay because
They only accept cash
And that’s all I’ve got, in a marginal sense.
I’m dancing,
Listening and dancing
Alone
And it’s okay because
I don't grow red.
Some people might,
I’m just not one of them.
Now spinning
in a universal sense because
Any other sense is beside the point.
So here I go,
Wearing wrinkles.
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