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And Who Was I


And Who Was I And music was in my bones smoke in my hair burning liquid at the back of my throat when she turned to me and said "Isn't this fun?" I smiled and nodded because I had never been to a party before. And when his hands were on me my hands on him when the nameless boy whispered "Isn't this fun?" I told him yes because he said I was beautiful. And friends I didn't remember meeting were burning sour herbs and bringing them to their lips when they showed me how and laughed and said "Isn't this fun?" I laughed, too because sour herbs and silvery air made me feel warm And when day and night blurred together when strangers showed me new ways to forget and when they looked at me bleary eyed and foggy minded and said "Isn't this fun?" I answered yes because I couldn't remember why I would say no
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