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she’s a trapeze artist came to my tent last night smelled of cigarettes and tasted like cold-cream I can barely walk since the illness the stabbing pain just below my heart continues she tells me the fortune teller foresees a gloriously bright future as soon as the longest night ends which is impossible to predict then she says I will heal return as the human cannon ball set a new standard in arial maneuvers but she’s biased at home in the air flying whirling trapeze artist living without the need of an itinerant circus safety net
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 12:40 AM UTC
our traveling love affair
she’s a trapeze artist came to my tent last night smelled of cigarettes and tasted like cold-cream I can barely walk since the illness the stabbing pain just below my heart continues she tells me the fortune teller foresees a gloriously bright future as soon as the longest night ends which is impossible to predict then she says I will heal return as the human cannon ball set a new standard in arial maneuvers but she’s biased at home in the air flying whirling trapeze artist living without the need of an itinerant circus safety net
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