Mes nuits sont plus douces que vos jours

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We are out, gathering drinking eating. Laugh is compulsory, thoughts light and airy. I love getting together waiting for the next ray of spirit in a word or a gaze. I love the nothingness and smiles, just because the weight of reality seems to vanish on a note and a glass. My mind is empty, my thoughts without consequence and my actions a predictable series of social behavior…I am nothing.

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