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front row center at morrissey.
a few feet away from the man, ALL night.
pale eyes. small waist. soft hands. smelling of fine cedar and catholic inscense.
he held my hand during "i will see you in far off places"
and i got a button from his black button up, during "let me kiss you."
on the way home, i saw a shooting star.
perfect. night.
almost.
but willing to live it again,and again, and again.
rather than returning to the reality of things below.
a few feet away from the man, ALL night.
pale eyes. small waist. soft hands. smelling of fine cedar and catholic inscense.
he held my hand during "i will see you in far off places"
and i got a button from his black button up, during "let me kiss you."
on the way home, i saw a shooting star.
perfect. night.
almost.
but willing to live it again,and again, and again.
rather than returning to the reality of things below.