dearest sam,
i had a dream we ran away to the circus, but in the ballroom the only ones to grab our nervous hands were the little blond angel boys for whom judgement day was far to come.
then i sailed away on a pirate ship. i fell in love with a dark boy who walked around with a knife in his back and smiled like the moon light. i'd rescue the drowning with a giant salmon net and welcome them to our crew. we slept on the seven seas as civil savages in passion. i hear you've retired as a tightrope walker.
love, sam
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