a wayward kind-of-girlfriend a ufo over milennium park a powerful scarf wrapped 'round a young poet a nauseating bubbly brunette a deck of cards a sherlock what else all sorts i'd thought wineteased under the hyperblue clouds of july past got catholic guilt the drink i want to drink is discipline reeking of whiskey 3 whole days languagesick grieving convinced then a fuck will really make it all okay convinced a fuck is more than a lay and is not love or is it that which i couldn't give right then i felt mostly useless at least trying to feel not quite enough vegetable yet to forget
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