The ticker-tape clacking of fitful evenings and knotted blankets. Dreams pock-marked with familiar faces. An old lover with scar-tissue for a forearm. Hunting for water in the moldy remains of my childhood house. Too short blonde hair ionizing into a picture memory. Mornings of missed school busses and roller blade trysts. And icing down the herniation of the next-day's dream-hangover.
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