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i've only been twice
so i fear it's fading.
smoky yellow lights suspended above people i had yearned to be.
music, long, inveterate, from when i was just as i am.
and yet new.
cheap, seedy, personal...
such a frightening world
like horseback riding.
yet i feel safer here than in my previous, more contemporary adventure..
i had grown tired of it.
so is it fleeing? (again)
i want to cling, though it's not as if it would spin me.
i love the smell of sulfur,
but was in ecstacy, documenting the chairs that emit the smells of sex drugs dance...
am i only his eyes?
what's the use in that, i'd mutter.
yet i know it's all i want.
cheap $16.98 sugstitutes.
i put a skirt on for it.
maybe next time- or will that overdo it?
quaking, says my personified.
so i fear it's fading.
back.
