Sep 2017
tired grin
over
pink sunset
dead boy nervous
hand tickles my aching
spine... our coffee is bitter
and shivering,
but we are both so
happy in this second
dragging into another:
i can nearly taste
the ability to forget
in between.
over
pink sunset
dead boy nervous
hand tickles my aching
spine... our coffee is bitter
and shivering,
but we are both so
happy in this second
dragging into another:
i can nearly taste
the ability to forget
in between.
**** this is a memory of me when i was 16 waking up at 4am to make it from our somewhat nice motel in florida to disney world and drinking coffee for the first time with my dad while he chain smoked all the way there.
(26/F/north carolina)
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