Never ending bottle of Nutella. Perfectly brewed coffee every morning. Your bike on a road like an infinity loop around the world. Sunday morning. Slight lift of the skirt in the wind. Smokey dreams. Hope makes the world go around.
Taste of steel when you have licked all the chocolate off the spoon. Bottom of the mug when you are done drinking the Bailey’s coffee. End of the highway, when the mud road takes over. Going to sleep on Sunday night and waking up to the beeping Blackberry on Monday morning. Love handles. The last cigarette in the pack. Good things don’t last forever.
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