November
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You turn on a spindle. You're so much looser now but you're not explaining how you gained such new repose. I touch the clasp of your locket, with its picture held, some secret you wouldn't tell but let it choke your neck. So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide, solids changing into light, with a burst of heat so bright. Well fine, don't you do what I want you to. Don't degrade yourself the way that I do cause you don't depend on all the shit that I use to make my moods improve.
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