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When we made love the first time, I was under a spell. I thought the magical ****** would transport me to a kinder— more gentle—world. Some lessons come with concrete and empty pockets. Conversations with ducks and feral cats down by the river. That *** those breasts—pure sorcery. I remember lying under the bridge, ***** and drunk. I remember walking the streets, 2 a.m., broke as a goldfish floating in a bowl. I remember stealing bottles of ***** from the neighborhood grocery store, sick and shaking, puking the moment I got out the door. Because that poison— in the tragic dichotomy— kept me alive for the time being. The heart is such a tender bird. It ceases flight when it worships the wrong thing— sometimes sooner, sometimes later— but always. Now I understand. Now it dawns on me like gentle rain walking to the eighth hole on the long fairway. God isn’t an ****** Some fragile minds will worship anything. But I get it. It was the *** Always that *** That *** convinced me to rub it for luck, like a lantern hoping a genie would appear.
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
Always that ***
When we made love the first time, I was under a spell. I thought the magical ****** would transport me to a kinder— more gentle—world. Some lessons come with concrete and empty pockets. Conversations with ducks and feral cats down by the river. That *** those breasts—pure sorcery. I remember lying under the bridge, ***** and drunk. I remember walking the streets, 2 a.m., broke as a goldfish floating in a bowl. I remember stealing bottles of ***** from the neighborhood grocery store, sick and shaking, puking the moment I got out the door. Because that poison— in the tragic dichotomy— kept me alive for the time being. The heart is such a tender bird. It ceases flight when it worships the wrong thing— sometimes sooner, sometimes later— but always. Now I understand. Now it dawns on me like gentle rain walking to the eighth hole on the long fairway. God isn’t an ****** Some fragile minds will worship anything. But I get it. It was the *** Always that *** That *** convinced me to rub it for luck, like a lantern hoping a genie would appear.
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
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