I sit across from you, sipping my latte, listening to you try so hard to sound excited about what jacob has done for your birthday. My eyes are on you, but my thoughts are elsewhere. “he got you a penthouse, On the westside?” i reply. ‘when will he learn That you're afraid of heights?’ I think to myself. “Oh? he got you the front row At the rap show” I nod and sip my latte whilst thinking, ‘when will he learn That you like The Rolling Stones?’
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22/12/2024