Fuck it. Here we are.
Smile!
Even the most contrite could out drink me at a cocktail party. Dress and all, heels and such. Under the table with submission.
Here we are. Swirling and subtle. The wag of a tail holding us together. The realest moment in fragmented compositions.
A coiling wag. A wave from a motorcycle. The holding open of a door. It's the smallest gesture that admits our largest flaw.
Smile!
We're all doomed the same fate. You and me,
both.
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I like the opening line of this especially, it grabbed me.
Thanks for sharing,
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