Red wine nights and Black Coffee Mornings
I am making promises to myself, for myself, of myself. Listing off the boys I wish to kiss, the friends I need to hug, the punches I need to take, the money I need to make. Promising Olive a quiet little place and a fire escape. Packing up my dishes, washing the sheets. Re-washing the sheets and hoping for the best. It's time, time, time to forget all the rest.
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