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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
no longer writing in the third person
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.hiding from the rain
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
and the fake qualifier
fw
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
isaac
Better Lift
barren land
god being the centre magnet