Doing the dishes naked. Winning the lottery so we can toss all of that prize money into a well and make a wish. A midnight kiss- right in that imaginary moment before this year becomes the New Year. You have such a skinny neck, like a deer. Dear. I am the suspect of my own crime. Tonight I will most likely be crying myself to sleep whilst waiting for a broken phone to ring. You will definitely not be calling me.
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