The Dance (For Robyn Kurdas)

for Robyn let's lay our bones to rest, my friend. This dust has been collecting Us for days now And Our days are years. No beginning Or ending It is always four AM Where we are It's always four AM Lay your bones to rest My friend You're gonna Dance yourself To death --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support