She had memorized the train schedule, but
our speech bubbles overlapped the
right way, so I paid for her ticket,
thinking maybe there would be a tunnel
or two to keep our hearts in the dark until
London lay between them once and for all.
My uncle has a can for what goes in
to his mouth, and a bottle for
what comes out.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
She had memorized the train schedule, but
our speech bubbles overlapped the
right way, so I paid for her ticket,
thinking maybe there would be a tunnel
or two to keep our hearts in the dark until
London lay between them once and for all.
My uncle has a can for what goes in
to his mouth, and a bottle for
what comes out.
Think about how many people you've met once and only once, and you'll likely never meet again.
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