i read the classifieds, and i go so far back - my hope doesn't just encompass the present, and stretch out to the future, it even desperately reaches into the past. maybe i can rewind in printed time, and somehow get on a desirable track. im drunk, and we don't fuck, again. you go home and make love to yourself, your face in the mirror, the bleach
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