Love Note

Hearing this song, liquid formed at the corners of my eyes, my mind stopped, a lump on my throat, momentarily lost in space and time, and a face resurfaced,  recalled all those facial features so common in here that it was a miracle I managed to tolerate without a flinch.  Surprisingly, I’m still not doing very well with coping up with the scent of the unbathed.

Just wanna give anyone whose nose is hooked a hooked punch. Maybe the sight of blood will make me feel squeamish enough to squash down the remaining gnats of affection.

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