what am i working on now, what books lay under my bed, what person lays by my side, and who do i toast with for a glass of wine. I find myself resting my lazy drunken eyes across the table gazing intently, i stumble into my thoughts, and collapse. All this wandering and many drinks later, all I want is one thing. Everything seems to dance inside me
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