Wednesday, July 23, 2014

In A Tipsy Moment

She disappeared by the morning. Name, I don’t remember. All that faintly supports my memory is Vodka and Redbull, lots of it. It’s alright. I said hopelessly. I tried but failed to forget those naked eyes that stared right through me. Sickness of hope, I started rewinding. I turned to order and there she stood taking it.

I love you.   

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