and when the band finally
left, things were quiet
once again. the sweat
stained walls and
crumpled Styrofoam
cups still didn't detract
me from the over-ripe
sense that somehow,
somewhere, things would
never be the same again.
it was a feeling that i
would have for years
to come. that is, until
i discovered the truth.
the growth on my back
had returned.
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