and i don't read my horoscope anymore.
i wish i had a beebee gun to shoot out the lights on the loft across the street.
my body is my first gift. if six were nine. break it up. my second gift is my son.
i have my hands.
solitude.
if you could start over, what would you do?
back then, or it being now.
what are the steps then? from here.
i am so ready.
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