07/23/17, 12:15am

Break up nights always end in wisps: words dwindling to single phrases kneading the silence and folding back into it; responses delayed by worlds of thoughts before spoken quietly, simply, courageously; never are we as vulnerable and open as we are at the end of something real.

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