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The rhythm aey aey aey

Ba boom bapa boom

Her feet slide on the wooden floor

Hips gyrating

Her lips turn into a smile

Thoughts and words

Turn into the heat between her feet

Her shoulders twisting

Tension from her frame

From Bombay to Chiang Mai

To Dehli to rice fields in Thailand

To the stick houses in the slums

Words slide from the mind

Chemical articulations

Become flows of glow

One with elastic vibration

The jaw loosens the attachment goes

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