constructive strangers

Listening to: the shins
Feeling: beautiful
he came to my window... his hair was messy.. his eyes full of anticipation.. with the fog we slipped unnoticed.. we took a stroll in an abandoned field.. a song played in the back of my mind.. he pulled out a kalaidescope... it made me feel at ease... no expectations... no nothing.
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