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Dance naked below the boy and poison delicious pictures for my throbbing breath will open fresh prisoners, bleeding like I blush in our embrace. It’s a cold wind, like something bad is just about to happen. And when it passes I just feel empty. In time I will have something to put my name to, something I feel is worth showing to people and something people worth seeing it will actually react to. It’s this place, they way people are around here. Flakes. Busy flakes with something to move on to, and I don’t help it myself cause I’ve got the same thing going for me. If I knew the right people I’d be home.