new
Her nails are silver and glittery.
You think people have expectations but they don’t matter.
Because they are probably too busy looking in their own mirrors.
We thought we were going to dance tonight
but we ate too much and it’s cold outside.
Dull popping sounds hit the window
reminding us of the parties we are pretending to ignore.
How the fireworks are getting through the fog are beyond me anyway.
But in an hour we start new again and that’s exciting.
I like that it’s on a Sunday.
Fresh.
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