we're wearing silly hats
bright colours dimmed with the lights
bobbles barely bouncing
listening to portishead
the bass keeping time
the warm air-conditioner
our hearts and breaths
with the silence of a frosty winter's night
haunting the external air
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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