Strangers tangle through what’s left of a brisk September night, falling for the win with sensitive skin stuck to warm breaths she takes between kisses, seeking, never finding a neverending circle of the chase for the chase of a tattoo with dilated pupils beside Crystal Lake with her black lipstick stuck to the creases of my neck — one for the road –it’s time to go. 

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