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It's dark enough now, the riverside is beautiful but smells of piss, but that's okay, you live somewhere on the on the other side but you are here now. You are here and you are all over, you kiss me and you say you will leave red marks on my skin for days, I almost want to believe you, I want to believe that you are different from all the men who come and go. I close my eyes and try to think of your hands on my waist, you say you want me, you say you want to take me home with you but you are drunk, you are drunk and I try to tell myself I could fall in love with you, you bite my neck and I look over your head at the river, the water is rising with the tide and I want to cry, I want to jump in and never get up again, wouldn't that be such a beautiful way to die? You tell me I am beautiful too, you kiss my fingers and I almost believe you. The river is rising, the lights from the other side shimmers on the water's edge, I can't tell if I am crying. You are here but I almost wish you weren't. You are here and I have never been more alone.

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