April 9th, 1979

[continued]

Knowing that whatever transpired between us– whatever happens is something that (I think) I need constantly.

I wonder who he has been talking on the phone to for the last hour?

I just remember that night whole

I remember something working perfectly.

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This nonsense will not reoccur.

I am poetess and only do present moments.

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Only this:

He felt good and I felt good and I want it again