Alcoholic lips. Soft Hearts. Paper Cuts.
dizzying stomach sights.
the boy with the messy hair and dark glasses.
toes falling asleep.
Saturday Morning Coffee.
Cheap.
" So what if we never meet again, what would the purpose of us talking like this be?"
Light sprinkles, sandy toes.
The girl with big eyelashes and sharp sunglasses.
Backstage winter dances
High five sexual thinking
decaf anxiety fueled days.
Espresso ass walking
pouncing prince in tiger tights
Diet coke in a cool night can
lips pursed oogle oleg.
forced fingers, forced fights.
desperation in my voice
Feels like it never happens.
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