i done a thing. located a playlist shared, between lovers. gained forbidden privy to intimacy; i wished — for a moment — lyrics followed me but no No trace except a play list stamped, dated. so recent, these lovers — discovered — still newly wed; [SMRT]‘s face down, in bed.
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i discovered his playlist. ’ +’ flanked by two lovers’ names:
