muffed exchanges with well-intentioned people sitting at a table with impulsive substances discussing tangential topics and laughing intermittently mason jar lightbulbs are aesthetic and useless the daylight is enough to stare into her eyes to watch them blink blink blink stare staring contest the key is not to blink good taste is key but i wish i got what she got old enough to know that looks aren’t everything but if that hair were shorter would my heart still race think back or remember strangely to find that all those friends are losers at least i’ve moulted conscious enough to name that cover and cough with restraint while fumbling over lost names and wasted food a slow exit and mechanical thanks is all i can muster but you are welcome for putting this china away
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