its good

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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