635 – Drinking alone
Rain falls heavy
On a hot summer night.
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Rain falls heavy
On a hot summer night.
You are not what you think you are.
The pale ghosts
Of our high hopes
And happy dreams.
The thin veil
Between your eyes
And mine
Joy, pain.
Life, death.
Numb hands rubbed in the darkness
I’m not a good runner.
She didn’t know the day her dreams had died.
What if you nudge it just a tiny bit to the left?
It was such a voluptuous button.