The steamed pane glowed from the backdrop moon like a two-by-two square sun sitting next to you in the passenger seat. In the foreground we were found held still in a cast of radio lights and sound. I wasn't thinking of death when I began to undress, but my unhinged belt wrapped the thought around my neck. Summer swearing comes freely cause we
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