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Matching kimonos and band tees that made us look like a parent's broken triplet dream. One hundred 'I know where they're going' looks through Knightsbridge. Spying people (Sara Goldfarb!) and purposely not spying people (anonymous 15:00 emergency AKA wife of fellow band tee wearer who attempted not to produce tears). Mick's poetry and prose and dancing, with Keith's lack of all three, and that ode to the white dress that turned out to be a satin martial arts jacket. 'Miss You', coming up to the wave of that disco bassline and the sea of variously timed "oooo"s only to see your smiles form in a mutual high that matched the mood of us all. The girl who shed buckets in the front row when sung to! Breaks from THAT synchronised dance routine to laugh at Ronnie's secret cigarette; we caught fireworks and red floral confetti... A girl behind clung to her piece like a semi-precious stone. Making ten second friends on departure and those unlikely tambourine men starting their own cover band right in the cycle path, sadly moved on by the police's zombie-apocalyptic megaphone chant. Walking through Kensington unaware of the whole-heel blisters, only feeling the inside of your hand, only hearing the city's hum and our raised heart rates echoing off of the Natural History Museum. My insides felt like our favourite note in 'Gimme Shelter'.

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Everything seems like a personal attack.

I am worthless.

I feel like a planet.

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“Sometimes I miss you the way someone drowning remembers the air.”

Tim Seibles

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I hate depression - I want it gone, I want to excavate it from my soul, and I want you to kiss the wretched torn edges where it once nested. 

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All the other boys who posed  Air so thin it weighed a ton; A silent dance in the woods, Another can of Coca Cola.

Sunny skies hid Angel's bleed - She shot his dreams like a star. Dead. A sun-forgotten boy Walking through my mind once more, Don't forget to close the door.

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“I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.”

Isaac Marion

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Lapalux - 'Without You'

Haunted by the thoughts that suck you in, That pull you under -  Tight. And your words are engraved in me So long as guilt resides here,  Carved onto the walls in writing. 

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For C. 18.12.12

Together we are static, in a crystallised stasis. Your voice will never drain from my ears.

I want to touch you - wage war on you with kisses - use my fingertips to draw half-circles around your freckles and the contours in your skin; tell you that even if everyone left everyone I would never leave you. You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me. The bruises go away but I always remember your smile or how your hand found mine.

You walk the steps of my mind in reverie, soundlessly, irrevocably stepping into something soft; something black beneath the skin and filling it with light. Your face blends and moulds into the structures of new and foreign vessels. Sometimes I imagine stitching all of our little touches together, the many hundreds of thousands of times our hands have brushed against one another.