I remember this. Being delirious at five in the morning, all of the sudden birds start chirping, and FUCK! smashing my face into a pillow because it's sort of what I want to do but easier. Another secret rendezvous tomorrow that's as reliable as a bag of water with holes in it. And then swoosh! splat! off to that lover of yours in California. And I
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