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it’s thinkingthat wherever I goa million eyesfollow.watching me,teasing me,undressing me,breathing me into their throatsjust to push me back outagain. it’s having to watch my back,turn my head,predict your stepsso the picturescome out blurryand your handdoesn’t reach downinto your pocket. it’s livingwith the knowledgethat the crewdecided youwere the one to pitybecause I was the devilpulling theContinue reading “How’s Life?”