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oh, Tricky.. it has been a long time with this writing, I have been listening to Pele and the live Portishead, and now, Tricky and for a moment I am there again, not in the room with the purple walls, but here, and I am alone and the head cocks to the side as she pretends she is being watched I am wearing my father's hat and his wedding ring on my thumb, I have smoked too many cigarettes and stayed up too late last night.. he has only entered the story once in the beginning, but I'm sure it's fueling a lot of things I should publish this book with moodswing as its companion, ha
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