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[_transient]

I can feel it resting in my bones; the knowledge, pure and bitter and slithering into my cells with sharp corners and suction cup sides. An infection of truth or some substitute reality of it because we’re too young to remember what real feels like. Plastic and radio waves tangled in my hair, like ten twenty thirty years ago minus you and I. It’

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[siameseamazon]

wow, girlie. very, very wow.

[vingtneuf]

(some nights i do drugs in an alleyway with my best friend, a boy who teaches me about life and then we philosophize dreamily and are awed into silence by the beauty of the streetlamps in the fog)

this is wonderful.