Reuniting in with an old lover in the deep sleep of enduring ashes. Freckled, with a vaguely feline mouth. Gigglewhisper memories in coffin-sized glass booths. The word "breathe" in holographic ink along her bicep. Tonight she wears a paisley mask, underlining aged sapphires. She tells me stories about roller skating and pregnancies. My mouth only moves in the shape of question marks. Placid pools with perfect reflections make it easy to forget that I'm asleep.
11:13 p.m. - 2020-09-02
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