his voice wraps around me as the trees fly by in a flash of cheap food and a sore stomach. his words completely consume me until all i know are them - these words.
his words.
speaking of lust and love and sorrow and suffragettes.
i move and spin and whirl to the bass i feel in my bones and i pray to God this moment never ends.
but it does.
and i am back to these four walls, desperate to go back to that beach and walk along the white sand at night and for the boy i met once in my nightmare to be there too. and we could walk together as we look at the stars and guess which one is our starman.
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