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I'm writing in the dark 'cause we're watching a movie on Attila the Hun; I don't know who he is and I guess I won't because I'm not paying attention. Next period I have gym. Ooh people just walked in and they smell beautiful like cigarette smoke and cologne-anyway I have gym next and we have to run five laps which I can't do but I'll keep going by imagining running through cobblestone streets in the night where the red glow of beautiful whores comes through the apartment windows, and the cat eyed spirits sit on the balconies, and rooftops, watching us all. The air is moist and cool and it feels good on my hot, bare arms. The moon, covered in mist, is close and cream colored and I smell delicious, dreamy smoke and hear Orpheus like me who sings eerie lullabies and I close my eyes and heavy cool air covers them and I find roses on the ground and I think of how it is just after making love, and the red and green dance on the air, and I dream, and never need to leave except to do my homework, but I'd love to live in my own fantastic world.
**Cherokee Raven