Let me live for a moment in each of those rooms, lit warm and hanging over the street, each room on my walk home. Give me a key and let me stand, let me hear your music and watch your lights and take in the photos on your wall. Let me do it for a moment each, let me come and go, let me see how you live.

I can’t hold out much longer, I need someone to hang onto me, I need to be held up. Do it quick, I’m running out. Take off your shirt, I’ll meet you round back.

What’s next? What’s coming, what do I need to do now?

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