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[lovemedeath]

the movement of my hesitant hips is out of sync with the pulsing techno music, I sway reluctantly, wanting my body to react to the environment, to the music, to anything. An endless stream of bearded hippie boys who all know my name, who playfully call me marla and dig their dirty fingers into my wild hair, sticking out at all angles. I want to be

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[daisysoup]

this is beautiful.