i wandered around the fairgrounds for three hours without a man,
moving around the bubblegum couples who kissed circus-dizzy under
the hoods of the glittering neon booths.
the night smelled of cinnamon and oxidation, rust-colored perfumes
wafting above the roller coaster screech.
lips, the most sensitive part of the body. why are they not being touched?
moving around the bubblegum couples who kissed circus-dizzy under
the hoods of the glittering neon booths.
the night smelled of cinnamon and oxidation, rust-colored perfumes
wafting above the roller coaster screech.
lips, the most sensitive part of the body. why are they not being touched?
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