so the night was insane

and beautiful and goodness

i'd say, in general

on the way home at seven in the morning

we ran out of gas

and had to push the car

to the station

3rd encounter communicating

countdown after screaming countdown

the blood from my hands glowed

bright red under the light

on the guitar strings and the ground

dancing, but not quite so madly

and 47000 other things, ok

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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