Damian changed all
that. Never had there been anything like him, anything like us. I look back and
shake my head, but only slightly. Fact is, when we love, we make no fucking
sense. Logic does not reside in libido. Soft, stupid gazes, set off by smiles
we can’t control, don’t compute.
Sunday, July 18, 2021
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