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she likes the taste of

cheep whisky and rumours

about police coming and

stairs that walk up, but not down.

She enjoys telling people

that they are her friends and

laying on blankets in the burnt

afternoon, think about trying

cigarettes for the first time.

She doesn’t know what

time it is or when

her mother called her, but she

flips through the rooms with

windows looking for a future

with nights that can dissolve into