Septa play

IT'S FUN MAKING LUV 2 ME, mouths the mirror in Mick's dressing room. A lovely mouth, lovelier orbited by a dozen burning bulbs. It's good making love 2 me--he means it for himself and 4 others who do, and it's true, the acrid smoke of Keith's smoke, the smoke of ten thousand fans, making his eyes sting and water. The mirror smirks when he remembers the unnumbered times he's reminded his poor little self: I dun no wen I ev er bin dis hi. Bare, boney chest gawks at him w/its 2 startled eyes.


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