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The Day I Fall Oft The Eiffel Tower In this dream I am dying on my back looking up at the crowd staring down at me you looking sadly down at my beautiful fading maple syrup eyes with lashes too long to have ever been a mans and yet lm looking up your dress the blue and orange one I bought you when I was alone in ltaly and ldecide lam not ready to die and carefully lift lifes giant automobile off my chest. A golden thatch of sex waits between your legs. I dust off the stars note my suits declination while I adjust my tie promise to guide you into heaven like a gentleman As we step into the car and hit the gas your white slip showing a bit and picking up speed we rejoin lifes ancient rush. t28l