Moist. That’s how my mouth felt. As I touched my teeth with my rough tongue I remembered the day I met you. On a cloudy afternoon I got out of the store and as I turned my head I saw you appear in a lost ray of sunshine. It’s that special light that made me think somehow you were the one. You had these incisive bright green eyes. The international playboy ones that made you look mysterious and confident. Disorder in my mind. Full proof you’re annoying, your smile never shows and I’m bored. Bored to death by how predictable you got.
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