12am but you shone bright like the moon.

I like the way my name sounds against your rolled up tongue.

Erina.. Erina.. Erina..

The way it repeats, floating effervescently.

I like your tongue and the way it licks flirtatiously over the rolled up cigarettes because we’re too damn broke to afford good ones.

We are never good enough for anyone.

That makes you and I a perfect pair.

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