Error: Soul Not Found. [Day 404]
late-night-caffeine: “I miss you.” Her gears sync & adjust with my shifty rusty axial rotations during the day, but pauses between her late night whispers & ellipsis in her midnoon texts often show disagreement with my routine. She complains I don’t write about her but little does she know, her story starts at my full stop. A period to my daily thoughts, opens the stream for hers....
late-night-caffeine: “A cup of coffee, with cyanide.” I ordered with a smile. “Extra sugar?” she smirked, nuzzling up with her ribcage against my chest. She had perhaps noticed the red in my eyes or bruises on my knuckles, but I could feel those scrutinizing eyes mapping the strange lover on her table. Like a waitress in small town, she’s been doing this for years. A little over hundred years...
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