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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
I like to talk about our past, when we were basking in Ambiguity, which today, seem ascertained. & when you say something which makes me wish I could eat my heart out, I capture yet another mental picture of you and ask why. It's like painful clockwork. Like every beat is instant unremitting flagellation. I wish Time wasn't the oldest and most indubitable. I wish for so so much. I look at you looking at me, now I know why they say the best things are free. TonFlyingHigh!9:11 PM *** |
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