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Dizzy
Waking up, in ten, twenty, hundredth strange apartment. Hazy whispered memories of rushed pulses and hot blood
and breath. And the world spins, and it’s another, and another, and flashing lights in green and red and blue and your
whole body is numb and wandering. And your vision spins again and it’s another haze and a fainting blur and you
exhale on a dragon’s breath and reach out and try to stand still. For. A. Moment. And then the world whirls and knocks
you on your ass again. And again.
Again.
thoughts.
Life started getting kind of out of control there for a while.
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