Apologies mumbled in a cold, dead back room. Breath awhisper in the outline of shivers. A moment of clarity framed by the exhaustion of youth. Accepting the grudging mantle of being a claimant of responsibility for poor choices. A man does his best to offer Zen neutrality in exchange. The two partners in dissimulation. Until the door opens, and the hot air-- and intention-- rushes out.
12:47 a.m. - 2019-02-05
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