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12:36 am / 19.09.03

table dreamings

and voices screaming

i am melting with a fever of 101

gerbil feedings and the sense of not

knowing

where i am.

driving home

lights shining a little

too brightly

and the chordes of

men singing

of love lost and found on my

radio.

raining

the sky was pink at dusk

my heart was white when i felt the

rush of

stage again

firm and comfortable

i almost fade into the show.

breathing twice as much

and getting nothing wrong.

i am unbreakable.

beautiful

how i forget you're you

and I'm me.

but only when we're

under the lights.

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