Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night?
Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again.
A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter.
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