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black and blue and red all over

i've only owned the moon a few times in my life. few night ago i owned that shit again.

cinqueterre, montorosso. small villages that roll off my tounge and onto someone else's. we swap spit like that. yeah.

four teenagers from dublin. a new boy band, we thought. we can put them in our pockets and take them home, make a buck or two. they were that good.

the lights went out and the singing started. just like in college. only this was italy. and they were young and we were old. and they loved us.

we ran out into the dark holding hands. yes, we ran. yes, between parked cars in the middle of the night. and dogs were sniffing and howling because the moon was full. but we were sniffing around as well.

and i was bleeding but i didn't tell him either. he knew. who cares. he didn't.

he fucked me black and blue.

we ran holding hands away from everything we knew. we were on the beach. there was only one moon, and it was full and bright. sometimes other people have the moon. that night it was ours and ours alone and we both knew it. everyone knew it.

and then i left. so it goes. and goes and goes and goes again.

now prague, a whole new place. a whole new scam, a new boy, a new beer, a new friend, a new list of things to add to the one i already started once upon a time.

it's not a fairy tale. it's better.

a beautiful boy in his underwear

if there is anything better in this world

i just dont care

i just dont care

7:33 p.m. - 2002-07-26

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