#Scurf133: Borrowed words, stolen kisses, shared playlists
some evenings are just you sitting on the sofa thinking for long, unending minutes about someone, that one someone
words come out better, without slipping, chipping or falling off in the way, when i write emails and letters to you. they flow, without a pause, halt, not even the slightest of hesitation.
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