I Can Never Finish What I Sta: “We’re finally 21, where to from here?” Twelve lovers loving, eleven...
“We’re finally 21, where to from here?”
Twelve lovers loving, eleven lighters lighting, tentative to nothing but the click of our heels against the dark pavement shining a dim yellow brick road courtesy of faded lamp post. Tonight the city is ours, our lives are borrowed, these petty minutes…
