breath in the fire.
pour in the sunshine.
and let the moon make fools.
oh how i adored my intoxicated state. falling asleep at 4 in the morning with my beautiful Russian lover who hates me only to wake up next to her around eight to begin drinking Holden's favorite drink and falling madly in love with her all over again. sigh. to tired to write.
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