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One January
You kissed me once, in a bar before you played I drank the whiskey from your breath and your hand crept up a little higher than it should have in such polite and refined company and I remembered then why I don’t drink rum and why I do And I watched the cheap girls watching…
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25th of January, 2013
It’s been a while. Beloved’s father (who signs his emails, now, love, Dad, which somehow makes me feel a little more okay in a very much not-okay world) mentioned recently that I hadn’t said much lately. Sorry about that. Sometimes there just isn’t much to say. It’s January. Cold and dark and fuck, what are…
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April Fox 