I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you may respond to the drabble challenge at ANY point during the week, not only the day that it's posted. You can also use the awfully handy "track this" button if you want to keep an eye on it.
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The taste of the air you’re breathing out, cigarettes with a hint of chewing-gum. I don’t care that it should repulse me.
The space where my memories should be, of the future, of home. I don’t mind, because thoughts of you take their place.
The metal binding my wrists together, cold and unforgiving, restrictive and enticing. I’m watching you watching me.
The way the rainwater dyes your hair a darker shade of blonde.
These are the things that I live for.
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