Morning. First train. Sunlight. The window. Stranger sitting next to me. We're going to the same direction. Away from home. Everyone goes there. Red hair, brown eyes. Gummy smile. Magic?
It’s the final turn of the ferris wheel. You and I float upwards into the night. Warm palm. Warm smile. Wind disarranging his hair. Inside my right hand there’s
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and i'm not from ireland, but i'm close? almost. D:
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