gin.

 

of all the gin joints, in all the world…he walks into mine.

and, i walk into his.

and, eyes meet.

and, thousand year old souls reconnect and play, unbridled, like they used to…

…only in the deep, dark, of the night is where they dwell these days though…after being smacked with the lonely reality of no longer being a thousand years old…

 

 

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