i once loved somebody i didn't know.
she tasted like winter and smelled of clean sheets, clean air.
she walked me to the bus, kissed me with her eyes (green, framed by the loveliest set of eyelashes) and under the street lights, promised me a Leonard Cohen song.
we knew each other for a little while after.
we sat under a tree, the grey air was too heavy.
i went home that day and cried myself dry.
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