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ah, the glittering mess of New Year’s eve;  the atmosphere drunk on all those promises that will never come to pass, the absurd carelessness of dancing barefoot on multi-coloured splinters of glass, primitively bouncing up and down. one girl that I befriended in the bathroom was shipped to hospital with a piece branching awkwardly from her heel. blood swelled across the living room floor, slowly advancing like a contemptuous river of lava down a mountain-side. at twelve I kissed all my friends under a booming sky. I moved through spaces where anything’s allowed.


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