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left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of yout manuscript. I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence. it wasn't quiet what it seemed: a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to be). I must admist I was charmed by your advances: your advantage left me helplessly into you.
talking how the group had begun to splinter and I could taste your lipstick on the filter...
I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but call-response overturns conviction every time. my memory cannot recall: a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.
lushing with the hallway concregation, my best judgement signed its resignation.
I rushed this. we moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.