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   double shot of vodka,               my watch is blinking 1700 hours   stood me up again,        and I have come to expect nothing but the best           from your behaviour.                        the dust inContinue reading “open bar”


sat beside her on the bus           freshly inked arm, she kept glancing it over     as if it would sneak away            I could smell her light perfume –                          it felt like it suited herContinue reading “oh.”


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