"loitering with my face"
a six pack and a carry at lex's landing. we slept under a bridge. headwinds and the flats. i watched david pull away. forget where we were. spend my days sweating, panting and cursing. no room for thinking. the gods stiff armed me.
hubris is my vice. feed me.
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