Breeeathe, breathe in the aaaair..

Interesting evening. All familiar faces, some worth looking a little more into. Couples kissing on the balcony. Drunken girls are all in love. Ciggarette smoke along with winter breath, the house is smogged with another. A few cans lying around, mostly bottles clinking. Walk up, two doors are locked, the host is down the stairs. Who cares about the time, just one more drag. Coming and going and back again, the English accents are all the rage. Looking for you, I guess you decided not to come. Was the last time we were here together the night that started the summer? You probably don't want to be reminded, I understand. Now this other one, the one she left behind, I do say, lingers in my mind...

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