I'm fine. right here. lying face down. in an alley. shirt wet. drunk.
I'll be with you in a moment. soon. I can hear the people in the street. but I prefer the sound of the water. As it drips... into the sewer.
I'm fine. right here. unaware of the world. outside my viewfinder.
I'll be with you in a moment. to sit at a table and pretend. but right now I prefer the cold of this alley.
As it breathes... in perfect time with me.
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