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Trapped by society. They all crave fun and games every night.
Françoise too. She wouldn’t be herself without a shot of vodka on Saturday night. Or whisky mixed with a bitter kiss at the Cat Club. Lekking behaviour exhibition.
She oftentimes asked for ‘Angela’. In the long run, spiking is a criminal offence.
Her escapism from everyday life was marked by AIDS. Purple patches covered his back from nape to anus. She never asked.
Later, after being hospitalised with only 220 T-4 cells, she found out about Kaposi's sarcoma. It was too late then.
She didn’t make it past 30.
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...


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