I have always known you, the same way my tastebuds have always known my tongue - without consciousness. For years this piece of me -this piece that bares your name like a brand- has laid softly, unnoticed beneath the veneer waiting patiently for the 59 bus. It's no surprise that you weren't on time <i>"the traffic was hell"</i> you laughed I smiled as you laced your fingers through mine and the bus schedule fell to the ground, more silent than the softest sigh.Birth sign: Scorpio
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