
Fingers tapping softly on the table, each second a louder beat of the heart. Murmurs, inaudible conversations— your voice drowning the noise of the crowd. Two seconds ago we were strangers, standing at the opposite aisle of a bookstore. You on conspiracies; I on poetry.
Stolen gazes… knowing smiles… paperbacks…
Life’s grand orchestra
Plays a loving melody
For just you and me
October 7, 2020 at 1:39 pm
omgggg i miss the smell of the books in an actual bookstore… naiinggit ako sau..
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October 9, 2020 at 4:50 pm
Awwee… wala bang malapit jan sa inyo?
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