Fuck it all

Flotsam love… come home… big blue eyes… my beer is half
drunk… and I’m all the way gone…. watching the clouds.
London. Paris. Overnight plane. Kiss me. Kiss me…

I waited by the door. You came out slow. An accent I didn’t recognize.
You can be the best thing that ever happened to me, or the worst.

 

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