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  • At some point you recognize it for what it is. You hit that age, or that point, or that random moment when you know that your first intimate moment was as a nine-year-old in a psychiatric hospital when you were pulled from your bed in the middle of the night to have your dick measured by a doctor and his nurse. They laughed and took turns, passing you back and forth like a pipe, touching each other and throwing you in the middle like a dirty little toy that could be purchased down the block. Yes, at some point you accept this and how it will forever change your life, your ability to have a relationship, your ability to fuck, but most importantly: your ability to fall in love and make love.

    She crashed into my world like an angel breaching the atmosphere. The missing note in my unfinished symphony. She's the poem about everything when I don't have a quill. There is no more pain.
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