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2013-03-12
way past never


I am full of unhealthy sunsets. Down in the sewers and abandonded apartment houses, all the lips are blue or green. I want to go home with the pretty Asian lady working the cash register at Walgreens. I want to undress her as the night undresses the sun. I want to massage every inch of her body with my tongue, go to sleep in the scent of clouds and shampoo.


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