another night of isolation - how fun is THIS?
How well I know this place with its multicolored, sloping gardens and glittering, fountained pools but its beauty is fleeced by repetition Loneliness tests the resolution of the young with our howling appetite to experience and be shaped by exposures. Like the gleaming barrel of a gun, the clock points at nothing and the crimson sunset leads to another empty, quiet night.
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