I miss your hands and your sound, I miss you old city.
there were all the places where I danced, where the parties erupted,
life should only intensify.

Most moments I found myself to be strangely on the outside. I have always been happy; intensely so. I know that I am capable of great and powerful love; that I contain with me, such immense expressions of strength.

sometime everything was lit afire. that is my favorite time. ablaze. ablaze.

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