I know you were a stranger with trust issues. But allowing me to share myself with you, sharing yourself with me, at my compound under the 22st overpass as the tires of the wealthy droned overhead made me feel human again. The touch of another, the oozing fluids from our open meth sores comingling, was magic !! Don'wait for another rainy night, come back sooner and be mine again.
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