blurty fiction shit that i wrote at a bar, ha

[airegrowswings]

You step out of the bar, feeling the cigarettes’ smoke unfurling your collar, flip your eyes, cock a shoulder, and try to shrug the rain out, your hoodie’s curve hides the glare of the window and the laughter that seems as far away as the steam coming off the lake in a National Geographic photo, these people were hired to be here, this is not my

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look at this picture

[analkant]

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