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May 2014
A night spent with beautiful people,
and beautiful decorations,
and less then beautiful music.

A night spent snorting ecstasy in a bathroom stall,
and dancing until I became lightheaded,
only pausing for a cigarette.

A night spent holding you close,
with the feel of your lips brushing upon my neck
(Oh! how I wished for them never to leave).
Jeremy Duff
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Jeremy Duff  NorCal, where it's sunny
(NorCal, where it's sunny)   
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