no such thing, no
i cant remember the last time i saw the sun last night was fine but those were only streetlights or cigarettes & the temperature was warm i guess but felt more like a threat in the end falling asleep to yr voice & a pillow over my head the wind whipping up dust clouds like it does now every time i think i can conjure up how yr shoulder tastes
from one or maybe two winters ago after walking up to a neighborhood bar to meet a couple old friends; and yes, thats ‘old’ in both senses of the word.
nowadays one’s left me for portland and the other’s unemployeed, but lent me his tent.
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