We meet them, know them, then say goodbye after sharing a small part of us with them. They are the first and last goodbyes. We will never talk with them again. Not even see again. We hide. We reason that we are being pushed into the shadows. Or we just really like it in the shadow?
Faceless. Nameless. The idea of anonymity. The idea of something new. Fresh. Lust at first sight. The convenience of fun then forget. One mouthful then he, with my full view, spit it with head slightly twisted to his left.
Faceless. Nameless. The idea of anonymity. The idea of something new. Fresh. Lust at first sight. The convenience of fun then forget. One mouthful then he, with my full view, spit it with head slightly twisted to his left.
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