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I am more than good. It seems every breath that gets drawn out of me is pleasure. Pleasure in the chest. Pleasure in the adbomen. Pleasure in my legs.
I know for sure THIS won't last...but it's been a while now, I can't remember how long. Since I can write, I think. Since J has shown me her Kowloon rains.
Deep pleasure in being home again. Will I remain?
I know for sure THIS won't last...but it's been a while now, I can't remember how long. Since I can write, I think. Since J has shown me her Kowloon rains.
Deep pleasure in being home again. Will I remain?