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\ndancing alone to R. Dean Taylor on the dance floor.<\/p>\n
\n(Later, I invented my disgust<\/p>\n
\nrhythms marked with the weight of heads,
\na foot tapping, the Stadtmenschen<\/em> gathering in the square,<\/p>\n
\nIn the condensation on the window<\/p>\n