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The sun finds my face,
even after sleepless nights;
the world is still kind.
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Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 days ago in Fiction
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This was nice, it felt blissful. Loved it