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"vampire love" by mother dwarf
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Exhaling
On A French Night That's
when me and two friends smoked
hash with an Argentinean. The
Argentinean fell asleep; the
hash was good. Later
that night, after drinks with
too much vodka and umbrellas to boot, I,
too, slept—alone, purring. The
walls refused to vibrate unlike
my content heart rattling
wild in its cage. The
open window lets summer crease
into my lungs. |
