Carnival Ride In the darkness, we clung to cotton candy while a thousand strangers laughedlike Saturdaysand grins suppressed by alarm clocks. As pupils and pockets emptied themselves of memoriesbecause ticket stubs tear like hymensand in the dark we don't really have to lookat each other.the numbers on the cars, darling, are telling youthat individuality is the greatest myth Love ever created.Taste buds change once every seven years, hereads. Soul mates last longer than chocolate cake, theoretically, buthe goes on a dietjust in case.every tugboat and plastic car began a journeywhich celebrated their aloneness in the universe.
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