her 4am skin speaking.


The girl at the bar with her heart in her sneakers tap tap tapping words she wasn’t sure she should say or could, each word trapped in her throat, one for each pearl around her neck. Someone in the front is singing his heart out strangling his guitar with every ounce of passion she has felt before. Two similar emotions in completely different people collide.

and she doesn’t like the music anyway.

One stirred the coffee

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