One Hundred and Two.


Izzy circle


look at the moon.
nothing has ever been more beautiful than this light
bouncing off the bird shit on the pavement
tracing the angles of chimneys and white plastic chairs


Sarah circle


Death slides onto the dancefloor
In the space between the hi hat and the snare
I cannot find my feet



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