The heroin of cancelled plans under a tangerine sunset. Age-stained dance cards with exhaustion scribbled in the margins. Wearing a mask of unending questions. The unexpected silence of suspicion. Paved over with reflexive warmth and tardiness. Caffeine withdrawals for the nth time, where n equals ambivalence. A gear turns inevitably somewhere far nearby.
5:00 p.m. - 2022-06-02
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