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{stargazing} luc simonic I recall a mirage of necessary expression and in the end, a yesterday's virgin's understanding of having been put on post. the vine clean like universal studios, the only trash strewn thick in the nook that held the single ATM within miles. I had a thousand heads on, and when I came out of the corner store there was new light in the sky - a foundation. I looked Alexander in the eyes and there was something about my retinal scan that asked him if I had Ever lied. I wasted most opportunities on the front steps smoking but somehow she sat by me for a minute, and later I by her. ~lds08 |
