Swollen raindrops further wet your misty-eyed stare as you reach two hands behind a neck too pretty to ignore and unclasp the necklace. I swear that over the wet handclaps of the storm, I can hear the silver chain scraping against itself as you let the trinket fall into my palm. It sounds like desperation
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