HannaLinn
I fingers itch for the velvet feel of something more substantial than a 'maybe.' The music turned low is just loud enough to undulate between the ends of each nerve. I swallow my coffee-breath kisses, push them to the back of my throat for safe-keeping, turn my face against the black-night of the window, and drink the dark of October.
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